I casually throw on Luke's Nirvana tee, and my blue skinnies.
Today was the day I do community service at the foster house. I was pretty nerveous, my hands were shaking a little.
"Let's go, we're gonna be late." Luke leans on my door frame. "Also, is that my shirt?"
I nod, straightening up the tee.
He spins his keys around his finger, unlocking his car.
"Excited?" He backs out of the driveway.
"More like nerveous." I fumble with my little fingers.
"Don't be. It's just foster care."
"I know, but I guess I'm just real nerveous. Don't know why." I shrug, looking out the window. "Are you excited?"
"Yeah, I just hope it won't be a bore." Luke lightly chuckles, stopping at a red light.
He holds my left hand, turning to me. "It'll be okay. Just remember to have fun." The light turns green, and he's still holding onto my hand, not moving the car.
"Luke, green light." I point at the light.
He roughly steps on the gas, making the vehicle go speeding.
I turn around, checking if anyone saw what just happened.
"You idiot." I laugh, nudging his arm.
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"You'll be done around 4, right?" Luke peeks his head out the window.
"Correct. See you then." I wave him good-bye, watching his car go the opposite direction.
I let out a deep breath, turning around to meet face to face with the mental foster house.
It looks inviting, at least. I take slow steps, my heart beating faster and faster with every step I take.
I bite my lip, gripping onto the door handle.
It's time, I thought.
I casually open the door, to see a few kids and adults here and there.
I take a second to examine the room, my eyes landing the front desk.
"You must be Ariana Grande." The front desk lady stands up from her seat.
"Yep." Was all I mangaged to say.
"My name is Cyndi, nice to meet you." She shakes my hand.
"I have alot of work to get on, but knowing this is your first day, I'll have one of the kids who stay here give you a tour, just to get things started." Cyndi moves some paper out of the way.
"Your tour boy will be here soon. He's just taking his medication at the moment. He's a real sweetheart, although he can be strange. Please, try your best not to anger him. He can get out of hand sometimes." She explains.
I nod, not really listening to Cyndi talk about other stuff. It's already boring here. Maybe I should talk to Mrs. moriyama about switching jobs.
"Cyndi?" A deep voice calls.
"Over here!" She waves her hand.
"Ariana, meet Harry." Cyndi motions towards the boy.
I turn around and meet eye to eye with the same boy.
Beautiful green eyes.
Soft, brown, curly hair.
Tall figure.
It's him. The boy who I bumped into. I found him.
Pretty short chapter :P sorry.
So I did a little researching and I guess seniors call it "community service" so im gonna call it that from now on.
Im sorry if the information is incorrect! Im just about to start freshman year, so if i find something, ill change it! But for now, i have google and maybe you guys can be my resource too? It'd be great!
Faaaanks! :)

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