Different Kind of Love

Chapter one

From the outside Forest looks like and average 16 year old boy who is always moving place to place and doesn't have any friends. But that is simply not the case.

Forests P.O.V.

"This here, is the bathroom. I have set out a towel for you, I thought you would want to take a fresh shower." Mrs. Smith said with a smile then walked away, leaving me with nothing to do other than to take a shower.

I closed the door to the bathroom and stripped of all my clothes, I looked in the reflection of the mirror. There stood a boy, he had washed away blue eyes. They looked like they were once bluer than the sky, but now they are duller than the ocean on a rainy day. This boys hair was laid down on his forehead, the color was dirty blonde, maybe almost brown. The boy in the mirror was lean. His shoulders were broad, but he wasn't buff so his collarbones were on display. The boy in the mirror had bruises. Everywhere.

After staring at the boy who I am suppose to call me long enough, I climb into the shower. I turned on the water making sure the temperature was okay.

I let the water wash away the dirt, of five previous foster homes. This being my sixth home this year. I thought about how nice it would be if I got emancipated, but that's only a dream. Every foster kid dreams of being emancipated, but there are so may pieces to finishing that puzzle it seems impossible for most of us.

After washing my hair and body I turned off the water and got out of the shower. I reached for the towel that Mrs.Smith had set out for me. I first ruffled my hair with it then I wrapped the towel around my waist, and I bent down for my bag to grab a set of clothes that belong to me. Before I could pick up my bag there was a knock at the bathroom door that startled me.

"Forest? I have pajamas for you, I didn't know if you had brought any, so I went out and bought you a closet of clothes." Mrs.Smith said from behind the door.

I slightly opened the door reveling Mrs.Smith with a smiling face and her hands holding folded clothes. I opened the door a little more to accept the clothes. She handed them to me, he eyes traveled on my bare skin, and her smile faltered.

Before she could make a comment or say anything I said "Thank you so much." And I closed the door. I just hoped she wouldn't say anything when I got out of the bathroom.

I looked down at the clothes she had gave me, the pajamas were simple camouflage, fuzzy pants and a button up shirt and some black boxers.

After dressing my self, I realized these clothes fit way better than the ones I currently have. It felt weirdly nice. I thought it was weird because how would Mrs.Smith know the size clothes I wear? I looked in the mirror once again, I saw my white skin, clean of dirt, but blue and purple still stained my skin, it was the one thing I couldn't wash away along with my past.

Once I decided I couldn't stay in the bathroom for ever I hung my towel on a hook that was located on the bathroom door. I slowly opened the door, looking into the dimly lit hallway. I walked out and to the right so I could find the kitchen, but then Mrs. Smith appeared out of what seemed like no where.

It made me flinch and Mrs.Smith seemed to notice, but thankfully she didn't say anything. Mrs.Smith smiled at me, gesturing for me to walk back the way I came from the bathroom. So I did.

We walked into a room, that was huge. There was a black and white dresser, windows with white draped curtains, a bed with a black comforter and white pillows, and next to the bed was a white night stand with a black lamp on top.

"This is your room, if you don't like the black and white we can change it. I didn't know what your favorite color was so I just went with two neutral colors that go together." She said waving her hands, as if they were telling the story.