❝So open up my eyes
Tell me I'm alive
This is never gonna go our way
If I'm gonna have to guess what's on your mind.❞
In which Ella Adams Foster isn't sure what to believe anymore.
[THE FOSTERS - SEASON 1]
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╔══════════╗ ONE. BELIEVE! ╚══════════╝
ELLA FOSTER had finally made it home around dinner time, her volleyball practice running late. She was the best player on her team and originally only joined because she was looking at ways to get scholarships because of all her siblings, and she ended up falling in love with the sport.
Her siblings, Jesus and Mariana, were standing at the table in the kitchen, a girl with short, straight brown hair and bruises covering her face and a busted lip stood silent at the head of it, staring silently down at it. Ella didn't know who the girl was or why she was at her house, but she looked like the type of person her mother Stef would be hauling off to juvie.
Ella and Jesus were setting the table and placing a plate in each spot, adding an extra plate where Callie was standing, while Mariana tossed the salad that Lena made, wearily eyeing the girl at the end.
"Be nice." Ella whispered bumping her hip against Mariana's, playfully tugging on the end of her ponytail. Ella knew Mariana like the back of her hand and didn't feel like witnessing a cat fight in her kitchen because she couldn't control her smart mouth.
Lena walked to the fridge and grabbed the milk, placing it on the table as she addressed the girl that Ella later learned was named Callie, "So Mariana, Jesus, and Ella were in the foster program, too. Mariana and Jesus came to us about eight years ago, and we formally adopted them five years ago. And Ella came to us around nine years ago and we formally adopted her seven years ago."
"Foster system sucks." Jesus spoke up, his tone matter of factly.
"Jesus..." Lena sighed giving the boy a look.
"He's right, it kinda does." Mariana said shrugging her shoulders innocently. Her face held a passive expression, a somewhat half smile half frown on her full lips.
"It totally does." Ella agreed with a disinterested nod.
"You were, like, four when you got adopted." Jesus stated rolling his eyes. Jesus and Ella were the closest out of the siblings, and were constantly teasing each other.
Ella gave him a look, her emerald eyes squinted in annoyance. "Okay, and? I know it still sucks. Just shut up, Jesus." Before adding, "And I was six. Not four. Six."
"Okay." Lena cut in, her tone telling them the conversation was over and to leave it at that. Jesus and Ella always got into to small arguments and she was constantly playing mediator between the two.
