I woke up to the feeling of something small being thrown on my chest, and the laughter of Jeremiah. I groggily rub my eyes, and wipe the drool from the corner of my mouth, geez, I knocked out. Sitting up, and catching the small box that was on my chest. Cereal?
"It was all they had left." Jeremiah piped up after calming down from his laughing fit. "Man, did you not sleep well last night? You look like a zombie." He leaned against the shelf, that we had used for a dresser for the past two weeks.
I however, started opening the small cardboard package and began eating the sugary pellets. Popping one-by-one in my mouth. Jeremiah was rambling on over something, most likely about the new fosters, but I didn't care to listen. I was still half-asleep and apparently hungry. Scratching at the bottom of the box for another pellet and finding there is none left, huffing and chucking the box to the corner of the room.
"We have a trash can in here you know?" Jeremiah sighed picking the box up and throwing it away.
"Yeah I know, but I don't care."
"You don't seem to care about anything. do you?" Jeremiah huffs as he sits on the creaky cot beside me.
"Well no.... that's not true. I care about you." He shoves me.
"'Now look who's being mushy!" I can't help but laugh as I listen to my Brother's dorky laugh.
We eventually lost track of time laughing and joking about all of the families we've been through. Like how one time the Briton's wife had to saw off half of her fence to get my brothers dopey head out of it. Or that one time I spent three hours stuck in a tree because we were playing hide-and-seek and I was to proud to admit I was stuck.
It was about time we left for the front lobby, as the new foster's were going to be here any minute. I pulled my bag in my lap and looked up at Jeremiah, who was more than ready to leave.
"What happens if they don't want us?" I ask quietly.
"They will." He responds.
"How do you know that?" I pry.
"Because I believe that we can give them a chance." He says matter-of-factly. Sure. Ok.
"Come onn~, they will be here any minute! Lets goo!" Jeremiah whines from halfway out the door.
"Why are you in such a rush? It's not a race" Jeremiah gives me one long look before suddenly shouting, "well then I guess I'll just have to make it a race!". He yanked the bag out of my hand before bolting down the hall and laughing over his shoulder.
"Oh hell no," I was not going to let him challenge me and win, I full on sprinted after him, barely dodging the cleaning lady pulling out from one of the rooms. I reached the starewell and saw Jeremiah hurriedly stepping down the stairs. I took it upon myself and slid down the banister, right past Jeremiah, before jumping of and charging towards the door. Throwing both my fist in the air, and attempting to regain my breath, and turn back to see my brother smiling at me like a baffoon. "Why are you smiling I just beat you." I let my hands fall to my hips.
"Oh, nothing. I just am so happy that you are so excited to meet the fosters that you practically flew to see them."
"What? I did no such thi- OH YOU DIRTY JERK!" He tricked me into this, that little- oh never mind. Shortly after a few moments a small brown car rolled up into the drive. Within minutes we were pulling out of the drive, I counted the trees as we passed......26....27......28, 28 trees, always 28. I don't know when or why I started doing this, I guess it started after driving back-and-forth between them. The rest of drive wasn't quiet, which wasn't unusual. When people pick up new kids, the weird 20 questions game would always fill in the awkward silence.
