chapter 1

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    " You do know that was your last chance right? I know that this was not your fault, you had no clue this could, or would happen. But nobody is going to jumb in and take you in now; you about to be 18 and well you know how that goes."  Francis keeps telling me, but I am not really listening to what she is saying.
   Cause who want a 17 year old who is sassy and classy like me. I mean I know I sometimes talk with my mouth full or have my elbows on the table but I have class.
   But one a more serious note, I knew that was my last shot but what can I do. I do everything that I am supposed
to do, but some how they never work out, I have started to think that its just me, well me and my bad luck.
   Maybe I should get a rabbit's foot, or lucky under wear. Why do poeple have lucky underwear, to began with? Were they just like I really like this pair and well I seem to have luck with these ? Or was it a werid feeling about them? Ha! I am dumb, who the heck thinks these things. Well me obviously.
     " I understand" I say this cause I do understand, and well because i was not
really listening but I can't tell her that. I know what happen was a freak case.
   I know how hard it is to find a home especially for a 17 year old. I have been
to almost 20 foster homes. Francis has spent a lot of time picking me up and dropping me off at different places.
   She is like my special uber driver taking me place to place. If she had a family she would be spending a lot of time away, she dosent't though.
    I have always thought about find her a beau but I am afraid if I bring it up that she will pretty angry.
   But in my mind when a good looking looking guy comes around i make up some story as how i can get them together and set them up on a date.
    Silly I know, but this lady is amazing and deservers a good man. Says she doesn't want one and doesn't need any kids cause we, her case are her childern in every way. But I  know there is more to the story but am afraid to ask.
       " How much longer will you be untill you turn 18 again ?"
       " In about a week and an half, Why ?"
      " Well you can stay with me, normally you would have to say at a girls home but its late and well you are about to be 18. I will put it in my paper work that you are still at the foster home. You can't tell anyone about this. I can get in a lot of trouble for this
but I seen what you have been though so this at least i can do "
      " Are you sure I don't want to get you in trouble ?" I can't beileve she is trying to help me. I have been nothing but trouble for her but yet she is trying to help me. Its weird
   she has been the only mother like figure for me. I try and not think about when I was first put into the system. I was 11 and just starting to deploved my attitude and well Miss Francis got it all. She got my snorky remarks and my dumb wit. Uh well guess i never grew out of that.  
        " I won't as long as you don't tell anyone about it. I know you Alice you are not some bad rebal foster kid who runs away when things get real or bad. You are very special Alice and I want to help you as much as I can you just need some one to help you. Please let me help you. You can get a job somewhere and get some money for an apartment. ok ?"
        "Yeah that sounds nice. Thank you so much, I ..... I know that its hard for you to to do this. This means so much to me I won't let you down" I can feel myself about to cry like a big baby.
   i feel so very overwelmed and stressed. i try not to cry though since the last one to see me cry was my mom. She was the only one I let see me cry since Dad was always told me that stong people never cried and since he never had a boy, I got all the be tough lessons and tough love.
         " No problem"
       After that we don't talk for some time. I knew that she lived out in a some town outside of Dallas but i  never guessed that she lived this far.
   It makes me think about that one time she had to pick me up from an old foster home. I was 9, I had come to this new family, they already had a kid of they own but Sally couldn't have any more childern after her first.
    I remember thinking "great now i will be the "little" sister am so not going to last here". She really wanted a girl to dress up and show around and well she ended up with me. 
    But when ever she holded my hand she would tell the truth no matter what. So when her husband ask who this shirt belonged to and she answered, lets just say her husband was not happy with the answer.
    I mean no would would be jumbing up and down; finding out your wife  has been sleeping with their best friend since kidegarden. I mean what was she expecting for him to do. Just be
like "well that sucks."
    They ended up have a fight around mid-night, harsh words were said and things were thrown. It was pretty bad.       They throw anything they could get their hands on, a lamb, sandle, and even the tv at one point.
    Like really the tv, come on you ae not the only one to use that. At least they were not throwing at each other they were just throwing at the wall.
    Which i think is even worse, if you want to cheat on me after 20 years of marriage well lets just say that you will end up with a black eye or two and a boken rib.
   Just kidding, well kinda of. But since it got pretty wild and loud some one called the police.
   Thats when Francis had to pick me up since it was called an endangermernt to me and well the other kid since he was theirs he got to stay but me I had to go.
      So Fanace had to pick me up around two and take me me to another place. She must have traveled far to come and get me that night.
      I lay my head agasint the window since I suspect it will be a while till we get there.
    I than start to think about everything that has happen since i turned 11 and nothing really good has ever happend to me. But i can't complian since their are other people out there with more and worse problems than me.
    But right now I am going to feel
sorry for my self but tommorow it will all be pushed down and I won't allow me to feel this way any longer and i will be strong again.

Hey guys this is the first chapter 🥰😁  I feel like it may be to short. What do you think? Also what do you think happened at this foster home to where she had to be pick up from? And what do yall honestly think, i know it probably could use some work. 😬😬
 
Question for this chapter
  Marvel, DC, Both, or superheros aren't my thing ?????

My answer is ......

     

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