I tighten my grip on Asher's hand as the door swings open, revealing a middle aged woman. She has a slim face hidden behind a layer of makeup and a red apron sprinkled with flour is tied around her slim waist. Her hands are wrinkled with age and they smooth her dark curls back before she greets the men. She looks like mom. I can feel the dam that is holding back a well of tears start to crack, break under pressure. I tear my eyes from her pleasant smile and watch as an ant quickly maneuvers across the wooden slats of the porch.
"Just sign here and over here, just so we can keep a record that you approved of fostering these boys." The deep voice rattles my bones with a cold hard truth. We don't have a family.
"Do they- talk?" She asks in a hesitant whisper, but we can still hear every word slip from her lips.
"Yes, not much, but they do talk. They have been through a lot, so if you have any trouble, call our agency." At that, the men turn and walk down the porch steps, into the sun which gleams off of their bare tops. We all watch as they climb into the car and shut the door on either side before starting the engine up and driving off. We are left standing on the porch of a paint peeling house, with a family that has never heard our voice.
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go read the academy(StarGalaxy8 continues to post chapters frequently) and the heat of fire by happysun_23 , they are my favorites. :)
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Teen FictionThe class mindlessly chatters around me, unaware of the boy with a war crowding his mind. That is, all but one. "Hey, you're Dan right?"
