Foster + j.j.

i.

*alyssa*

As I walked home I thought about my life. If I never was diagnosed with this stupid disorder, I would have an amazing life with a nice couple that would care for me. But no. I have this stupid disorder that no one wants to deal with. I could've been a normal kid. It's not fair.

HELL MY ENTIRE LIFE ISN'T FAIR!

I've lived with so many foster families in my life and not one of them were generous to adopt me. I've tried to make friends at school. That failed too. It's just that, I'm not the easiest person to talk to, I don't have the same interests as everyone else, and I have such trouble trusting anyone around me.

The families that have cared for me were nice but I could tell that they couldn't wait to get rid of me.

I sighed walking up the steps of my house. The aroma of a home cooked meal filled my nostrils. It made me hungry.

I walked towards the kitchen following the amazing smell.

As I got closer I heard Janine, my foster mom at the moment, and Kelsey, my foster sister, talking.

"I mean why does she have to stay here? When will someone just take her away?" Kelsey huffed.

"Don't worry Kels, she's leaving tonight anyway," Janine soothed.

Well this was news to me.

I walked into the kitchen and both their heads turned towards me. Kelsey had a smug look on her face. Whatever.

"Hey Alyssa! Eat some food and then go pack. The van will be here very soon to take you to your new family," Janine smiled.

She's annoying as hell. I'm honestly not going to miss her when I leave.

I just nodded my head and headed up towards my room. The room is very bland, creme colored walls, white ceiling, two dressers, and a bed. I knew I was leaving soon so I don't customize my room in any shape or form.

Sighing, I grabbed my small duffel from under the bed and went over to one of the two dressers. I began to stuff my belongings into the bag not caring that my clothes aren't folded.

Once I emptied all of the drawers I walked out of the room not looking back. I walked into the now empty kitchen and sat down at the table where there was a plate fixed for me.

Nothing special: chicken, corn, and mashed potatoes. I took a few bites and sat in silence. Soon after I finished my plate I placed it into the dishwasher and sat outside of the house on the stoop, waiting.

About ten minutes later a familiar van parked in front of the curb. I picked up my duffel and swung my backpack over my right shoulder.

As I got into the van, Joe sat in the driver's seat. I buckled my seat belt and got settled.

"You may want to take out an iPod or something," Joe suggested.

"Why?" I asked.

"The family I'm taking you to next isn't close."

"Where are they?"

"Omaha."

~^~

I'm goin' to bed.

Night, night.