I sat in a chair in the care center. I tapped my fingers anxiously waiting for someone to pick me up and take me home. All I wore was a plain maroon shirt with old jeans and white converse. I had a plain black backpack, only holding a pair of shorts, a hairbrush, a bag of crackers and a pink teddy bear my parents gave me when I was born.
I fiddled with the gold charm bracelet on my wrist. It was the most important thing to me in the world. My Dad gave it to me the for Christmas, just a few months before he died.
My thoughts were interrupted when Miss Tammy, a social worker approached me.
"Allison, someone is here to get you." She said smiling. Miss Tammy always smiled, it was actually pretty creepy.
I followed her. She stopped in front of a woman. "Honey, this is Mrs. Dolan. She is your new foster mom. She will be taking you home today.
Mrs. Dolan smiled, and gestured me to follow her to her car. She opened the passenger seat door for me and I stepped in.
"How are you... Allison right?"
I didn't answer. I just stared blankly ahead, frowning. I had too many emotions running through my head.
"I have dinner ready at home for us, but if your hungry now we could stop now to get you something. We still have an hour car ride ahead us."
I still didn't answer. I had no voice, no appetite, no desire to do anything. I felt sick to my stomach.
She sighed. "We'll just have dinner at home. Buckle up"
I looked out the window. I wonder if she had any kids? A husband? A big house? A small one? Questions rushed through my head, but I had no desire to ask her anything.
I guess I'll just find out when I get there.
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Foster Love (An Ethan and Grayson Dolan Fanfiction)
FanfictionAllison Miller was placed into Foster Care at age 12 after her dad was killed in a car crash and her mom committed suicide due to bereavement-related depression. Ally has been moved from house to house, but when she is placed in the Dolan household...