Three

Chapter 1

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I looked up at my rusted old ceiling and kept staring at it for a long time, tracing the outlines of the cracks that have been made over the years. I laid comfortably on my broken down bed with my hands on the back of my head and my legs one over the other. Since there was still renovating going on around this shitty foster home I didn't see myself getting annoyed by the loud ruckus of machinery and heavy footsteps walking back and forth through the hallways by construction workers carrying heavy utilities. In a couple of hours, my room was one of many that needed to be renovated and would have to switch rooms for a couple days. It annoyed me the most, changing into a different room floor or sharing a room with somebody else in this place. That I probably don't even talk or even want to get to know in this foster home. This room felt better as It is. The cracks and the splatter of blood stains all had a history in them and it sucks that I might lose it after the renovation is done. Chester might probably move in new orphans that just arrived. 

Chester Hamilton was the head director of "Hamilton Family Foster Home" The business of the foster home has been passed down through the generations of Hamilton's and for some odd reason. They passed it to the worst person in that family bloodline. A six foot four forty year-old-man who treats the employees and orphans like crap. He's a blonde headed devil who only cares about money and wealth. I always wondered why Hamilton's foster home never shut down but now I know why. All these kids who have lost their parent's in every possible situation have nowhere to go. Even if this place is worse then anything imaginable. It's at least better than nothing.

I got up and started to pack my clothes and belongings inside my luggage and bags. I proceeded to the room that will be assigned to me while they get sorted into another room while this one is being renovated. The hallways and rooms of the Hamilton Foster home are arranged by gender and age. The building of the foster home has eight floors, the first floor is an area where meetings are held at for people wanting to adopt, child protective services bringing in new kids, and the head foster care director's office is located. The second floor was for foster kids to enjoy and have fun in. It was a Game Room they called it, it was a wide room with an air hockey table and foosball table on the corner of the room. The other side of the room was where we would all see TV coming from the projector hanging from the ceiling projecting towards the big white wall. We had two sofas and a bean bag chair for viewing pleasure. The rest was free space for anyone to talk or do whatever they wanted too. The third floor cared for young girls 3 to 10 years old, there was enough room on that room floor to comfortably let the girls have a sleeping area. 2 to 4 girls stay in the same room. On the fourth floor, it was the same thing except the floor cared for the boy's ages 3 to 10 years old. The fifth floor cared for the girl's ages 11 to 18. They could only have two girls in each room, due to the fact they act more bitchy and negligent during their teen years and the foster home did not want to break up cat fights every day. The sixth floor catered to the teenage boy's ages 11 to 18. Are limit was four boys in each room but some had more people than others in their room. The seventh floor was an extra room for more foster kids that barely arrived at the foster home. The eighth floor was a locked floor that nobody can enter only Chester or employee's that Chester allowed access to but anyone else was off limits. I usually here and there try and see If I can break in but the floor is locked by a door that requires a pin code access that only Chester and his specific employees know. 

The foster home resembled an orphanage/college dorm room. It was the last of its kind in the United States, learned that in the library close by here. The library had enough history for every home and building in this city and I was very thankful for that. The Hilton Cambridge Library was three blocks down from the foster home. They had a wide selection of books that I tend to read and finish each day. I am currently sitting at forty-five books finished these past couples of months.