Love? Not My Thing

Chapter 3: New Home

I woke up and I had a mood flip. I was finally leaving this shit hole of a home. I quickly went into the bathroom to take a shower. I locked the door and turned up my music. I was fucking tired of this home, lady's cooking was complete and utter shit. I just couldn't be here anymore. I put on the song "Pork and Beans" by Weezer. I stripped down and jumped in the shower, "Fuck." we didn't have hot water...... I shivered, but it could have been worse. I was once in a home where we were out of water for a week. I quickly washed up and got dressed in a My Chemical Romance t-shirt, black skinny jeans, a black beanie and white converse. I packed my blueish green Jansport backpack. I didn't have much stuff if I'm honest. I had maybe a month's worth of clothes and usually, when I get to a new home, they give me stuff like toothbrushes, tooth paste, soap, shampoo, and deodorants. I headed down stairs and waited. Rochelle said she'd pick me up at 10 am, it's 9:45. Sometimes I wished Rochelle could be my foster parent but due to the fact she was devoted to all the cases she worked, it wasn't a possibility for me. "Ali, you're up early." I snapped out of my thoughts, "Yes, I'm leaving today remember?" She nodded, "Oh right, would you like some breakfast?" I internally gagged, "No thank you ma'am." She nodded and walked into the kitchen. Rochelle, c'mon. Just then, I heard a honk and I sprinted out the door.
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"Ali you have to stop doing this. This is a good home, you'll be fine." I nodded my head as you pulled up to her office, "I am really grateful for you to be my case worker. You've gotten me out of a rough spot and I just wanna let you know I appreciate it." She smiled at me, "I love you too Ali." I wasn't big on the 'I love you's but that's what I liked about Rochelle, she knew that that's what always meant. We got out and I headed into the big beige building. The last time I was in here was when Rochelle first took Alex and I... Alex. I miss him.... We always end up getting separated and Rochelle apologizes to both of us. I lost contact with him over the years and I always wonder what he's up to now. We're 16 years old I wonder what he looks like, he must be so grown. "Ali, your new foster mom is here." I took a deep breath and followed Rochelle. She led me to a young woman, she was maybe 23 years old, at the most. She was tall, slim, long light brown hair. She was pretty. "Ali, this is Giana, Giana this is Ali." I extended my hand to shake hers, "Very nice to meet you Ali. I'm looking forward to getting to know you more." I nodded," Thank you." She was about to say something when we heard, "Giana, are you ready to...Ali...?" "Alex!" I ran to him and jumped into his arms I missed you!" He laughed, "You're looking well." I laughed,"As are you." I looked at Rochelle and he looked at Giana as we both said, "Did you know about this?" They both nodded and I hugged Rochelle, "Thank you." She hugged me back,"No problem Ali." I smiled and looked at Alex,"I think I might like this." Alex put his arm around my shoulder as did and and we walked out with Giana. This will, hopefully, work out

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So I hadn't been working on anything and I got an idea for this. So I hope you like this and thank you for reading😊😊❤️❤️😄😄