4 Months Later
Jemma's P.O.V.
Four months. Four fucking months with no connection outside of the foster home. Its not very nice here. Its mostly young, young children or scary teenagers.
There's no one close to my age I've met so I've stuck with myself so far. I eat alone. I feel like I'm going crazy. Instead of going to regular school they only let us do "home schooling" which is where we have to read something for a few hours and then every Friday we have a 'test' on it. Its nothing like I would've expected here. To be completely honest, it's terrible being away from the real world.
I can have all of my things back when someone adopts me or when I turn 18 and a half. Yes, for some reason I have to be 18 and 6 months. Which just means more time to be miserable. At least they have good food here. Some rich family donates money specifically for food so its normally pretty nice. And for the 15 and up kids, every Friday for dinner we have steak. Its not amazing steak but, its steak. We get to kind of do whatever we want all day besides meal times and 'school' so I've got back art. I forgot how much I loved it. We get our own rooms so I don't have to deal with any annoying roommate or anything but I'm always thinking. Why? Why did everything turn out the way it did? Why am I here? Why are there so many rules? Why can't I just live my life and not be stuck in here? Its so crazy what has happened to me this year.
If I think about it, a year ago was a couple months before my life changed. Before I met him. Before I lost her. Before everything after. And before this.
This is terrible. Not that being here is so bad, its just not being there. Being where I want to be, doing what I want to do. It feels like a prison sentence that I'm waiting to be released from.
I still have 11 months. What the fuck. This is honestly torture. So much could've already happened that I can't even know about. I'm cut off from all outside life. All I know now is get up, eat, draw, school, eat, draw, sleep, wake up, eat, shower, go to sleep. Everyday. Over and over. Talking to no one all day. You have no idea how it feels to be with out internet connection or, to not see any familiar faces, after so long. I never treasure how blessed I am until its too late.
Everyday. I'm basically waiting. Just waiting. And hoping he's waiting for me. But I don't even think that's possible anymore.
(Who's excited? Get ready for huge time skips. I'll update as soon as I can. This is the only short chapter. This will only be 12 parts. Love you guys.)
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