Foster + j.j.

ii.

*alyssa*

We are about ten hours into the drive and I'm not sure how much we have left. Why in the hell would he be taking me to Nebraska? Did all of the families in the Philadelphia region not want me or something? I think it's better not to know.

This is stupid. I'm bored out of my mind and my iPod died about three hours ago, that means I've been listening to Joe's music since. His music isn't bad but it's not my taste.

I looked at the time on the dashboard. 4:30 am. That means it's 3:30 in Omaha. At least I learned something in geography class when I was younger. Everything else is just a blur. I'm not even sure what state we are in but I hope we are some what close.

Sighing, I looked out the window. Trees and cars rushed by in an instant. They kinda reminded of my life. Ever since I understood what foster care was my life goes by way too quickly, not being able to settle down and take things slow.

Sometimes I wonder what my life could have been like if my birth parents never gave me up. Joe said I have my father's features. My brown hair matched his and my green eyes resembled his. I just wish I was able to see for myself.

Joe is kinda like my father in a way. He helps me get through things that I didn't know I could get through. I wondered why he never adopted me but of coarse never wanted to be rude and ask.

"Are you hungry?" Joe interrupted my thoughts.

"Not really," I answered even though I was but I didn't want to be a bother.

"Well I'm going to stop anyway," he added pulling into the parking lot of a diner.

It's still pretty dark outside considering it's in the wee hours of the morning. When Joe parked, I unbuckled and got of of the car. I followed him into the restaurant.

"Hi! Two?" The young woman behind the podium asked.

"Yes," Joe answered.

The lady lead us to a table and gave us menus.

"Just call me over when you are ready to order," she smiled and walked away.

I looked around the small restaurant it was cute; it had a homie feel kind of. Sighing I looked down at the menu in front of me. It said "Max Hall Diner Greenfield, Indiana". Okay well that solves what state we are in.

"So Lyss, what do you want to eat? Pancakes? Burger? Eggs?" Joe asks not looking up from his menu.

"How much longer do we have to drive?" I blurt out disregarding his question.

"Oh um," he looked up scratching his head. "Another seven hours maybe?"

"Seven hours?" I complained. "Why are we even going to Omaha anyway? Did I blow through all the families in the Philly region?"

"Alyssa," he sighed placing his hand over top of mine on the table. "It's just better for you to have a fresh start in a new place. You seriously think you were going to stay in Philly for the rest of your life?"

I stayed quiet taking in what he said. Sighing, I nodded my head, "I understand."

"Okay, so, what are you having?"

I flipped through the menu and a plate of French fries caught my attention, "French fries."

Joe chuckled waving towards the waitress, "Alright."

After we ate and paid we walked out to the car again with another seven hour drive ahead of us.

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