Love and all its colors

chapter three

I walked out of Dave and Jim's room and went back into mine. I sighed as I walked through the door and sat on my bed while playing with the broken bracelet. Did something go on at school today? I'll have to wait till tomorrow to find out. I hear our foster mom, Mrs. Jackson, calling us down for dinner through my door. I walked out of my room and found the hall empty, I guess the other boys where already downstairs. I walk down the stairs and turn left into the living room and see two of my brothers eating a plateful of creamy mashed potatoes, half an ear of corn, and a pretty big sized pork chop, smothered in gravy. This was one of our rare good meals. Some time ago, our foster home had a little money trouble. I had overheard Mrs. Jackson speaking to a child services associate. Every single one of us almost got taken away that day, but I stepped in and told the associate how good we have it here. How we always have warm beds and enough food for all of us. No one had ever gotten stuffed but none of us were hungry. I had saved Mrs. Jackson from the child service associate, if i would have stayed silent we wouldn't be here anymore. From that day on Mrs. Jackson always favored me, she treated me like ... a human being. I walked through the living room and into the kitchen and grabbed my favorite plate, one with stars surrounding a sun with a smiley face. I'm not sure why I liked this plate, I just did. I walked over to the stove and dipped a wooden spoon into the pot of mashed potatoes and grabbed a pretty big serving, then I went to the pan with the pork chops on it and grabbed the smallest one there, I didn't eat to much. I decided I didn't want any corn tonight. I walked into the dining room and sat at the kitchen table, alone. For awhile all I could best was the sound of my fork hitting my plate, until Mrs. Jackson walked in. She had been 24 when she adopted her first foster kid and now she is 32, she may not be old but she looks 40 some. She has gray streaks in her hair and quite a few wrinkles. She's always tired but she's the sweetest woman I have ever met. "Where's Ronnie and Bernie, they usually eat with you." I quickly swallow a mouthful of potatoes. "Bernie was upstairs, and I don't know where Ronnie is, I haven't seen him today." Mrs. Jackson pulled out a chair to my right and sat down. "Are the other boys giving you a lot of trouble, Alex?" I moved the hair out of my eyes to look at her. "I'll be fine, I promise." She sighed and looked me in the eyes. "Its not you I'm worried about, I know you will be fine, you're a tough boy, its them. I'm scared of who they will grow up to be, thinking they can get away with anything." I put my fork down on my empty plate. "They'll forget all about what they do to me, in time." We both stood up. I grabbed my plate and started walking to the kitchen with her right behind me. "I'm not so sure. They may always remember how they tormented you and got away with it." I didn't know what to say. I went to the front door and opened it and looked behind me. She was still standing in the kitchen, just watching me. I went outside, I was going to my place. My special place. I made sure no one saw me leave the house, then I started walking towards the woods. At first the trees are few in number, then they gradually start thickening until they all blend together. I keep walking, jumping over fallen trees and climbing over big rocks until finally I arrived. I stop and look over my special place, a giant rock stuck in the side of a cliff overlooking a stream and an open hillside. I usually come here to sing and think but today I just want to relax.

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I'm sorry this chapter was boring, don't worry it will pick up! I just had to let you all know about some stuff. thanks for reading :)