The New Kid(Brim)

Chapter 1

I'm currently in the process of shoving everything I own into a trash bag. Now to most people that seems impossible, 'how can you fit all your possessions into a trash bag?'. It's simple; I can only have what fits in this bag so I only keep the essentials. A few outfits, my flip phone, and it's charger, to you that probably seems crazy, but it's been this way since I was around four. That was when my mom decided that I was too much to handle and put me in the system, my hallucinations and violent episodes were apparently too much for her to deal with so she threw me to the curb.
Now I'm shoving everything into a bag because I'm finally leaving this hell hole, no I'm not running away, it doesn't work, trust me, I'm getting placed into a 'permanent' home. I say that with strong air quotes because this has happened before, someone looks at my file, they pity me, then they take me in. But this never lasts, as soon as I start hallucinating or getting violent they throw me right back in the system. I hope that this time it'll be different but I know it won't.
I walk out of my room and outside to wait for the family to come pick me up, hopefully they want me for something more than money. I sit on the steps of the porch, the woman that owns this home, Diana, walking out and standing next to me. She's just in this for the money, I can't wait to get away from her. She uses the money she's supposed to spend on us to buy her real daughter the latest iPhone, or pretty much anything she wants, and we have to keep all our things in a garbage bag.
A sleek black car pulls into the driveway, we both look up, it's obviously a nice and expensive car but I have no idea what brand it is, I don't really care for cars.
"You got a fucking rich family, you lucky little shit." she glares down at me, her voice laced with venom, like it's my fault people with money want me.
A man rolls down the drivers side window and looks at us. He has black hair that's slicked back, piercing blue eyes, olive skin, and a smile that could make any girl swoon. He looks to be in her late thirties or early forties. He looks like a stereotypical Italian mafia man.
"Come on kid, we gotta get home." he states with a smile, I look up at Diana and stand, smiling a little. I nod and walk to the car, opening the door to get in the back.
"You're sixteen kid, sit up front." again I nod and sit in the front, silently. I want to say something, I actually have a lot to say, I just can't get myself to say it. He talks for a while, introducing himself and talking about the other people I'll live with, the gist is that his name is Luca, and there are six other kids, all of them are his kids.
"So tell me about yourself." shit, that's the last thing I wanted to hear today, I never know what to say at first cause I have nothing good about myself to say.
"Um, my name is umm, my name is Timothy, I uhh I like books."
I manage to stutter out, pathetic I know but I'm not used to talking to people.
"Well I already know your name dork, I read your file and decided to adopt you," he looks at me with a smirk, "you'll get used to talking to people, there's a lot of us." I simply nod and we sit the rest of the ride in nice silence, not the awkward kind, the calming kind.
We pull into the driveway of a very nice looking house, not a mansion but something most people would be jealous of. A woman is sitting on the porch, an older looking woman sits beside her.
I get out of the car, anxiously holding my trash bag, they both look at me and look shocked. Instant panic washes over me, they're going to send me back, I can already tell.
"Tim, this is my mother and wife, Eliza." Luca smiles at them.
"È così magro, non si nutre?" his mother asks, looking at Luca with concern. I assume they're saying that I'm crazy and asking why he'd pick me.
"No mamma, Tim non è stato trattato bene." Luca responds, she instantly looks furious.
"Così lo affamarono come un animale!" she yells, standing from her chair, she looks at me and must see how scared I look because her face instantly softens. "Vieni qui figlio." she smiles at me and gestures for me to walk over to her.
I look at Luca and he nods so I walk up the porch and stand in front of her nervously. I can get a better look at her now, she's a few inches shorter than me, she looks a surprising amount like Luca, I assume she's his mom. She takes my hand and looks at it closely then nods.
"Nonna." she states simply, I look at Luca confused.
"She wants you to call her Nonna." that most be her name, I've never heard of someone named Nonna before.
Luca and Nonna exchange a few words then we walk inside, the first thing I see when I walk in is the living room which is to the left and a kitchen to the right, not many walls. I look back to the living room and notice a group of kids in varying ages staring at me. I stare back silently.
"Kids this is Tim, Tim, these are my other kids." Luca smiles happily, putting his hand on my shoulder. Other kids? Is he implying that I'm his kid too? The oldest looking one walks over to us, holding out his hand.
"I'm Luca Jr., most people just call me Junior though." he states with a smile, they're all so happy, it's kinda scary. He also looks just like Luca, just like all the other kids. The only difference is that they all look lanky like their mom, while Luca has broad shoulders and pretty impressive muscles. God stop being gay Tim.
The rest of the kids introduce themselves, none of them really standing out, only four introduced themselves, one was a baby that obviously couldn't tell me her name, which is Lillian by the way and I'd kill for her. I look and can't find the other.
"Umm, Luca? Didn't you say that you have six other kids?" I ask looking up at him.
"Yea, I'm sure he's up in his room, he, umm, isn't too fond of new people. I'm sure you'll see him around eventually." I nod, being able to relate to this guy, I don't like new people because I have to talk to them. Nonna walks inside.
"Chi è pronto per la cena?" she asks, walking to the kitchen. Everyone starts talking to each other in Italian and I just sit there silently, having no idea what they're saying.
"Hey Tim, why don't I show you to your room." Luca puts his hand on my shoulder and leads me upstairs and down a long hallway, every door has a name painted on it, and some have little paintings on it, like one has flowers and another has guns, corresponding to the person that lives there's name. We walk down and stop at a nameless door. "This is your room, Maria will help you paint your name on it, that room is me and Eliza's, I'll let you put your stuff away, dinner should be done in about an hour." he walks down the hall and knocks on a door that says 'Alexander' on it, he must be the kid I haven't met yet.
"Al?" he asks "It's just me bud, open up." he knocks again, it takes a few seconds but a boy opens the door and looks up at him, they make eye contact then Al looks back at the floor. "Dinner will be done soon, do you want to eat with us tonight, we aren't having anyone over tonight. Just Tim, but he lives here now." he thinks for a second then nods.
"Dinner together." Luca looks really happy that Al will be joining them for dinner.
"Would you like to meet Tim before dinner, he isn't very good at talking to people either." I can't help but feel a little offended by his very true comment. Al looks at me then quickly shakes his head stepping back into his room.
"Hey it's ok bud, you can talk to him when you're ready." Luca sits his hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him, it surprisingly works. "He's nice, and he-" I can't hear the rest of what he said because he whispers it. I decide to leave them alone so I go into my room to unpack my stuff.
The room is pretty bland but way better than my old one, to my left is a wooden dresser, on the leftmost wall is a closet with folding doors, in the corner is a gray desk with a swivel chair, in the right corner is a queen sized bed with a nightstand beside it. I could get used to this. This is a major upgrade from sharing a room with a toddler and having a twin sized bed that I constantly ran the risk of having my feet eaten off by demons because they hung off the end.
After I get my whopping three outfits put away I lay in my new bed and fall asleep almost instantly, I never noticed how uncomfortable my old bed was and how little sleep I've gotten lately until my head hits the pillow and I'm out like a light.

So I've just come to terms with the fact that I have too many ideas and I'm always going to want to make new stories. I'll try to make this the last one till I finish some of them. Enjoy the story.
~MB