Its been two weeks since my meeting with Mrs Grayson. I am loosing my optimism, slowly but surely. Yesterday was the first day of second term.I'm in grade 11 but i feel like with everything thats going on i might never graduate. thats just one thing i worry about, among many.I have been thinking to much about everything lately. My mind just never stops. My thoughts are interrupted when suddenly i hear a loud bang, followed by yelling. Not unusual for the couple who foster me, they are always yelling and fighting.
When i got to school Sam and Jamie were already waiting.
"Where have you been?! I was worried." Sam is very caring. she has hazel eyes and medium brown hair, she has a great sense of humor. Sometimes it's hard to know if she is serious or not. Sam is always cheerful, you rarely ever see her upset. She is very optimistic.
"Calm down Sam. It's a long walk from hom... the foster house."
I still haven't gotten use to being in foster care.
"We are going to be late for class, lets get a move on ladies!" Jamie is always so responsible. He is average hight, dark short hair, he's always really sweet. Jamie would never break the rules, he is very self disciplined. When his parents punish him it's making him skip his daily reading quota(that he set for himself).
We headed to class and the day went just as any school day would. Until lunch, we went to our usual table like we do everyday. It is never taken because it is the most graffitied one in the cafeteria, but today there was someone sitting there. I had never seen him before, he had blond hair, he was a little taller than average height. Just as we are about to introduce ourselves my phone rings.
"Hello"
"Hello miss Keystone"
"Do you have any news?"
"No, I'm sorry...I just..."
"Then why did you call?"
"I wanted to let you know that we are still searching and that we have not forgotten. Most people tend to think that we have given up and just forgotten to inform them."
"Oh. Okay. Thank you."
"No problem. I will keep in touch."
"Alright. Thank you. bye."
"Goodbye"
I hung up.
Sam looked at me funny.
Jamie being the curious guy he is drilled me about it.
"What was that about?"
"Nothing"
"Who was that?"
"No one you know"
" Are you dealing drugs?!"
"NO! Jamie I am not dealing drugs. i am not doing anything illegal.okay?"
"Well then why is it a secret?"
"Jamie! Leave her alone."
Sam is always the mediator.
"I'll find out later." She whispered hoping i wouldn't hear.
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Finding myself
RandomThis is a story about a kid. In the perspective of that kid, about what happens to that kid.