Kiss Her Goodbye

Chapter {3}

I walked into the house, fuming. Nobody can talk about her like that. And what does he know? He doesn't know her like I do. Right? Right?

I went into the kitchen and walked to the fridge, opening it. Seeing what was inside, I sighed. They were hiding the food from me again. They knew that since I went to the gym to work on my arms, since I'm the pitcher, I needed to have a good diet. And they loved trying to make me starve so I wouldn't be able to do as well.

I walked the long hallway until I saw the stairs. After that I went to the side, stepping over some places, seeing if I could find the right floorboard. Once the floorboard I was looking for wiggled, I looked around to make sure nobody was around. When I scanned the perimeter, and indeed saw that nobody was lurking around the corner, I squatted down, digging my fingers under the floorboard. It took a couple tries but it finally creaked open, revealing food.

I got some chips, warm water, and some fruit that came in the can, all foods that could stay in room temperature without it getting bad. I quietly put the floorboard back in, and go up the stairs, skipping the third to last step out of habit, since the third to last step creaked in the last house I was in.

The first house I was in I was lucky. I had a good family, nice parents, good food supply, wouldn't ask for my past. Wouldn't invade my privacy. And I was with my little brother. He was only 5 months old at the time, while I was 13. We were moved after the parents found out they were pregnant. I was there for 3 months.

The next one was a little worse. The house was dirty and cramped, with about 5 other foster kids there, and the foster mother only wanted the money. The mother found pot under my bed, which was not mine in the first place.

Everything went downhill from there. My little brother was separated from me when I was 16, and he was 3. Since I was being moved from foster home from foster home frequently, they couldn't find another family for us. And instead of sending both of us to orphanages, they shipped my brother off to another foster home since I was always the problem.

I've tried everything from then, breaking into social services, going on top secret websites, everything I could possibly do to find out where my brother was.

I plopped down on my bed and bent down. I got my backpack from underneath my bed and I opened the back pocket. Taking the very low priced, low quality, old computer that I was able to afford last year for my search, I turned it on.

I spent about an hour trying different codes, looked for ways around blocks, and came up with nothing. Kind of ironic that with all of these security rings up on this website, they don't make sure that everything is going all right in the homes.

I gave up, and said that I would try again later, picking up my Percy Jackson book.

I read, and forgot all my troubles. And if you know me enough, you would know that I do this about everyday.

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"Hello there, Ash." Mike's dad said, standing in my doorway.

"What do you want." I said, not inviting him in my room, and set down my book.

"I heard about your little affair with this Cass girl." He said, stepping into my room. Once he said Cassie's name, I sat up in my bed, alert.

"Who said you could come into the room?" I asked, knowing questioning him was a bad idea, but I couldn't stand people like him.