Street Dancing

Chapter 1 | Leave For A New Begining

Hi, so the first few chapters are not bound to be the most interesting piece of literate ever seen by the human eye, make note of that. It's slow and steady process that gets be ⎯hopefully. ^-^

◌ Chapter 1 ◌

The Adams' foster care home was no better then the Xavior's, or even the Trancy's. Or the other fifteen homes. Mr. Soo hadn't found me a permanent home, nor will he ever. None of these homes appealed to me, for they were not worth a second of my time. "Jasmine, you've only got a few more months until your sister reaches of age, so this is temporary," he told me as we walked up the all to creepy door, with the most weirdest drawings of spiders hung on it. Not to mention the slowly rotting pumpkin that was in a corner by a dying rose; didn't Halloween end already? Christmas already ended. I scoffed, this was surely going to be the most pathetic house yet, from the looks of it. "Sure, and my name is Jem," I muttered, wittily at that.

Mr. Soo ignored my typical behaviour and proceeded to knock on the door. I kept my lips pressed, adjusting the small bag that I'd side-strapped on my left shoulder. The door opened a revealed a very jovial looking woman, and behind her several kids could be herd causing a ruckus. As soon as her eyes landed on us, she gasped in delight. I restrained from scoffing again. "Oh, dear, please, do come in," she welcomed. Mr. Soo grinned at her.

Once we had stepped inside, it was like a war zone. Two young boys were shooting nerf guns and throwing what looked like broken crayons at each other. A pale girl sat in the corner, wearing a black attire, black makeup, complete with black accessories, and piercing on her face to where I couldn't count. Lastly, a baby girl sat in a chair with what looked like green puke covering her face, wailing and screaming her tiny little golden head off. I sighed through my nose.

We sat at a table, and the woman seemed to pay no mind to the commotion going in. Instead, she offered us a kind smile. "So, hello, my name is Rebecca Adams. You must be Jasmine Ross," she nodded her head towards me, "and, of course, Mr. Soo." I looked towards the much too preppy woman, who was now known as Rebecca. "It's just Jem," I corrected, making Mr. Soo nudge my side. "Ah, yes, please excuse Jasmine. She tends to be picky on what people call her. Anyways, shall we get down to business?"

After an hour of talking over the house, house carement, and temporary adoption applicants, Mr. Soo left me at the Adams' home. I sat in uncomfortable silence, before Rebecca got something from the oven. I stared in the distance, and the night was just full of tension.

I woke up the next morning early, exactly at 6:27. I skidded around, and the house was unbelievably quiet. After taking a shower in the bathroom by my room, I snatched my small bag and scavenged for a comfortable outfit. I settled with a black tank top with designs carved in it along with a pair of black sweats. My dirty blonde hair was pulled back before a snapback was placed on top of it. I was tugging on a pair of high-top sneakers when I exited through the front door and rolling down the streets of New York on my skateboard.

The place I traveled to was a studio in an underground subway area that had been blocked off since it stopped working. My five friends were already practicing new moves for the song Darlin' by Ayanna Cary. I recognised the song immediately from the chorus.

Darlin' it's okay to cry,

It's okay to want to touch the sky,

you can tell me your secrets,

and it'll be the end of your regrets.

"'Sup, losers," I joked, tossing my board to the side and completing a few stretches. Willow shot with a come back, "Apparently, it's not your trash talk," she said, and we shared a laugh. The dark skinned girl was currently sipping a bottle of water, brushing her short curly hair out of her face.