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Ch. 4

  The rest of the drive was silent.
  We drove and drove until finally we pulled up to this two story house. It was nice.
  I've never seen houses like this because I haven't bothered to discover what I haven't seen of LA. I regret that now. I might not be in this situation it if I had just walked away.

"Well, you ready?" Mrs.Reeds said to me bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Uh I don't know. I'm actually really nervous. Wait! Am I even allowed to be doing this? My dad still has my rights. He doesn't want me but I know he doesn't want anybody else taking care of me." I questioned.

  That had just occurred to me.

In some way, I was trying to back out of all this. I want to change my life, but then again I want to live free. I want to get a job and have a family, but I also want to have a ton of fun.

"Yes you are. Before putting you in the foster system I called your father to see what he had to say. He said he didn't care. He does still have your rights but he has to keep those unless he wants to get you back or if a family decides to adopt you." She replied.

"Okay. But I'm still nervous, and I don't know if I want this anymore." I stated being honest with her.

"Just breathe. This is this best thing you can do for yourself. I'm really proud of you for making this decision." She smiled and grabbed my hand.

"I guess. Thank you. Nobody's ever said they were proud of me. Okay. I'm ready." I smiled back and got out of the car.

  We walked up to the front door and before Reeds could knock a man opened the door. Obviously he was watching us through he window just waiting.

"Hi Mr.Miller." Reeds said putting her hand out for him.

"Oh call me Mark. Come in." He said stepping back for us to walk in.

"Why thank you. Well this is Ashton." Reeds said putting her hands on my shoulders.

"Hi." I waved nervously.

"Ashton why don't you go sit in there while I talk to Mark for a moment." Reeds said pointing down the hall.

  I guess she's going to explain my situation, if she hasn't already. She might also be telling him about my attitude problem. Honestly my attitude hasn't been that bad has it? I mean I'm usually sassy and a little mischievous around new people, but in the past two days I've been fine. If I had stayed a little longer at the girls home I would've done something to Stickel, but she got lucky.
  I went to the living room. There was a flat screen on the wall above a fireplace. The couch was across from it against the wall and in the corner there was this huge bean bag thing. That looked comfortable. To the right of the fire place there was a door that went out to a back deck and a wooden fenced back yard. Next to that there was a kitchen. I liked that the kitchen was open to the living room. I could see that if you went through the kitchen you would come to a hall with three door ways. This place was even nicer on the inside.
  I sat down on the couch and grabbed the tv remote. I channel surfed until I found the movie channels. Sadly there were no good movies on right now so I just turned the tv back off. I sat in silence until I heard foot steps coming into the room.

"Okay. Mrs.Reeds just left. Do you not have anything or did you leave it in her car?" Mark dude said to me.

"I don't have anything besides the clothes I have on." I said looking up at him.

He's young. He has to be in his twenties.

"Okay. Well that's going to have to change. We'll go shopping when Ethan gets back from the store because your going to need clothes and other stuff. Are you hungry?" Mark said and then walked into the kitchen a got himself a water.

"No I'm fine thanks though." I replied laying my head down on the arm rest.

"Okay then. Come on let me show you your room." Mark said motioning for me to follow and walking back toward the front door.

When you come in the front door there's the stairs that go up to the second floor.
We walked upstairs and to the right was my bedroom. It had a full size bed, night stand, dresser, and a small walk in closet.

"Alright this is it. When we go shopping you can get different bedding if you want and you can get a few little things to decorate." Mark said.

"Nice, thanks." I said still walking around looking at everything. I've never had my own bedroom. My parents lived in a one bedroom apartment. I slept on the couch.

"No problem. I'll be in my room if you need anything." He said and walked back downstairs.

I walked out of my room and found out that the room right in front of the stairs was the bathroom, the room on down to the left was another bedroom, and the room at the end of the little hall was a huge family room. This house really makes me happy about my decisions up to this point.
I went back to my room and stared at the ceiling until I fell asleep.