I ran from store to store trying to find the perfect decor seeing I had been in this house longer then any of the others and had finally been given permission to decorate it. I finally found the very last thing to make it absolutely perfect, It was a large picture of mountains meant to be hung on a bedroom wall made from a cloth material. I grabbed it and put it into my cart before walking to the cashier and paying for everything with the money I had been saving up for a while.
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I got home and walked through the front door of the foster home and was welcomed by Mr. Lanson sitting at the table with a few of the younger kids
"Hello, Yoongi" He said in a slightly stern voice confirming he was still mad at me from what I had done a few night earlier
"Good evening Mr. Lanson" I said in a happy tone far from matching his as I headed up the stairs. My bags dropped to the floor as soon as I got upstairs and I began to swiftly dig through them and plan out where I wanted to put everything (not that I hadn't already done that in the store).
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I sighed out of exhaustion as I looked around my new room happy with the finished product
*His room* (Yoongi hides his cigarettes in the top draw of his desk)
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After the hours of sweating I thought it might be best to take a shower so I grabbed a pair of boxers then a grey sweater along with some Adidas sweatpants. I walked out of my room leaving the door open because it had gotten quite stuffy in there due to my constant moving around. Grabbing a towel a walked to the washroom where thankfully nobody was and locked the door getting ready to shower.
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I ran my fingers through my damp hair as I walked out of the bathroom (Already dressed). The first thing on my mind was a smoke. I needed one, Now. I rushed into my bedroom and shut the door behind me quickly walking to my draw and opening it but to my surprise the draw was empty. I pushed some things around and looked in the other draws but I still came up with nothing.
"What the fuck" I mumbled to myself confused. I checked all the draws in my room even looking under the bed and everything, And then it hit me. I always lock my door when I leave my room but I didn't this time. 'Some asshole stole my cigs' I thought to myself as I filled with rage. I walked downstairs to see a bunch of the fourteen year old's sitting around the packet. I walked in and they immediately hid them.
"What the fuck" I said snatching the smokes from behind the kids back "Why were you in my room!?" I yelled
"We just wanted to see what you were hiding in that draw" One of them said
"Don't touch my shit!" I yelled
"Language!" Mr. Lanson yelled coming from another room. I quickly shoved the smokes in my pocket before he got the chance to see them
