You smell like cherry blossoms

Day one

I lay there in the comfy bed, looking up at the ceiling and listening to the rain platter against the tin roof of the house I was kindly taken into. I've been taken into this household from a foster home, I was in the foster home for about four years, I am now fifteen, which means I arrived at the foster home when I was eleven. It was quite hard to find kind people to take me into their home. The people that have taken me in are very kind, much too kind, in fact, it's a bummer to see that they are serious about religion, and that it's mostly what they talk about all the time. How ever, I am very thankful to be welcomed in this kind, lovely household and to be apart of it as well. They kindly set up my own room, it's not much but I'm happy to have my own room. I sit up and look around the dull room, examining the details of the furniture. The bed that I lay in lays in the right bottom corner against the wall. It's a big big, and the way I sleep will allow close to three people to sleep on the bed as well "if" there ever will be three friends to take those spots. There lay a huge dresser in front of the bed, an old dusty chest lay on top of the dresser, creating a weird look. I like weird, I love it.
I throw off the heavy fleece blanket and walk over to the chest, examining the details and running my fingers over the edges. It seemed strange, like it had a whole bunch of bad history that happened. I shrugged, thinking of what time it is, I look up and spot a clock 1:43 I should probably get some sleep. I walk back over to the bed and flop onto it, covering myself in the fleece blanket and laying my head on the two soft pillows, curling up in a ball on my side. My eyes grow heavy and allow sleep to take over as the rain still made that sync noise on the tin roof.

Heyyyy, sorry it's short, it's to introduce you to the story.... plz tell me if you're interested and tell me if it sucks so far or not 😂
Anyways thanks for reading this, if anyone did or not.