Is It Meant To Be?

Part One

The whole car ride up here, my anxiety consumed my thoughts as I ruminated on all the previous foster homes I had been to, and how none of them seemed to work out. I don't know what's wrong with me, how I'm just so, unlovable. Surely these families would have experience with teen boys like me; an emo outcast, gay, crazy, and with my post traumatic stress disorder after...
"Hamish!!"
I jolted back to reality. Surely Julie, my social worker, would be used to me zoning out all the time by now as she has driven me out to 27 different foster homes around New Zealand over the past 6 years.
"We're hereeeee!"
Julie has always said everything in such an elevated tone of voice, despite the circumstances but I didn't mind, it helped relieve a bit of tension.
I sighed; my breath wobbling. I thrust open the car door and let my Ghost Town Vans ingest the feel of the crunch of the gravel. The clouds threw numbing knives of cool air at my cheeks and I gazed up to the sun questioning how it's presence could be so ineffectual during the Spring. I inspected the house, which was to be my home. It was made of beige coloured bricks with a small set of stairs that led to a large white door in the middle, that was it. The house didn't appear to be very big and I dread the fact that I may have to share a room. To the left and right of the house, monster oak trees invested the grounds; their long twisted branches towered over the earth beneath them. They seemed to hold an eerie yet tranquil type of feeling, like something was drawing me to them.
"Looks alright aye?"
The sound of Julie's voice made me jump, again.
"Yeah, I guess"
I replied, still not quite sure how I felt about the place.
I hauled the heaviest of my five bags out of the back of the car and plomped it down on the gravel beside me. As I went to heave out another, I noticed Julie was knocking on the door of the house. My heart rate quickened and my hands began to sweat. Julie beckoned me over. I trudged over to the stairs, tripping on the first one. I've always been accident-prone, its something everyone knows me for. I stood up next to Julie just as the door opened. A slim lady with long ginger hair, chestnut coloured eyes blue jeans and a red blouse answered the door.
Julie and the lady exchanged hello's, before the lady turned to me.
"Hi Hamish! My name is Dawn, how are you!?" I rummaged through my sea of thougts with hopes to find a hello, but only managed a measly smile.
"Well, uh, come in!" Dawn exclaimed.
With jelly legs and a sick feeling in my stomach, I stepped inside.

Thanks so much for reading! This took me quite a while to do but I'm actually real proud xD I will do more I promise, when people actually decide to read it and I have some motivation 😄

~cɭҽm 🐒