Abandond

Eden:

2 Months

It's been 2 months since I left home.

2 months since Daddy lost it.

2 months since I've seen my friends

2 months since I've slept in my own bed

It's been two moths since I've smiled

2 months since I've been happy

2 months since I've felt joy

2 months since I've tried

2 months isn't long,

But it's enough to feel alone

Enough to be alone

Enough to look alone

2 months isn't long,

But it's enough to miss the smile

Enough to miss the hug

Enough to miss the sanity

2 months is all it takes

to feel the cold breeze during a summer day

to feel pain when touching a pillow

or feel relief to a cut

Two months is all it take

to be left alone

at the age of 16

with no one

else

to care.

So I've been living in here for a while. The place looks like a stereotypical foster home even. Old beds with stained mattresses, old and creeping wooden floors, crappy screen door with a wooden frame, he'll even the kitchen looks like shit. It's depressing above all. 12 kids under my age Living in the same room as me. I'm suppose to be getting my own room soon since I'm older. Jen just needs to move her junk into the attic. Like she'll ever get the time, it's way to busy here it makes me mourn over the fact that she doesn't sit down until 2 hours after she decides to go to bed. With all the little kids wanting this or that, it's not surprising she doesn't get more that 5 hours of sleep a night, and now she has to deal with me. Crazy bitch is way in over her head. She's single, has no job, luckily she gets town payments for housing these kids. Little delinquents most of them are, see there's five 8 year olds, three 10 year olds, three is 11, and one is 12. The twelve year old kids name is drake, his parents were drugs addicts, got locked up in jail when he was 9 and he's been living here since. The little punk almost got himself suspended twice. Brining in a knife and cigarettes. What an idiot, this is why soaking is for teens and adults only, I don't blame him for the knife though. This town is so ghetto it's sickening. If your not getting mugged, your getting raped, if your not getting either your getting jumped. Those with the pride high enough to say none of that has ever happened to em' haven't left there house in probably months. I haven't had any of that happen to me, I get taken to school in a safe, metal car. The only people that see me are my foster family and some of the kids at school. Oh, and my guidance councilor. Jen makes me go, she says it's good to let my feelings out to a trusted person. Ha fuck that, I'd rather soak in my own blood in a bath tube than become all emotional. Speaking of bath tubs..

Alex:

I love showers, I always put it on full heat for a couple minutes before I walk in so it's full of heated moisture. Too bad I cant do that at school. Plus I'm showering with 12 other guys so I go quicker than I want. I love this team though, football, that's always been my thing. Me and my dads thing, I remember being around 8 throwing the ball back and forth with him.

"Hey Alex wanna hit up Starbucks before we get home?" a dude from the team asks

"Nah thanks man, I got exams comin' up, gotta study, next time though okay?" I said to him back

"Alright, whatever man, nice job on practice today."

"Thanks man."

I'm always the last person to leave the locker rooms. I'm a slowed down kind of guy, talk slower, write slower, work slower. I guess I'm just kind of chill about everything. Why should I rush? Life's good, friends are good, there's no reason to hurry through everything. Man my life is pretty good, girl of my dreams, parents still together, and still mr. popular. Sounds cocky to say that but whatever I know it's true.

Home is about a mile from school so it's not too far of a walk, that and good exercise too. That's me again, all about exercise. I need to keep my body shape, not just for football, but for my girl too. Even though the closest she's been to seeing me naked is in the summer when we went swimming in my pool. Wow that was about 4 months ago now, I think this relationship is a good one.

When I get home I throw my back pack off and change into shorts, no need to wear jeans at home. I talked to my mom about my day like usual, my dad isn't home yet. He works until 7 and I always get home at 6:30. I went upstairs to my room to get my home work done and study. One things I don't live is exams, for sure. So stressful, I'd rather just had a few tests here and there like normal. Whats the point if exams anyways, don't we take enough tests?

Today was pretty tiring, I woke up at 5:30 like always and took a shower, ah sweet showers. Then I ate breakfast and got driven to school. Worked hard, then after school played hard. I'm tired. I still have to get my homework done but I'm so sleepy. Maybe if I just close mg eyes for a second...