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Post by Tuesday on Jul 30, 2008 22:20:42 GMT -5
This story actually has a dedication to it...and hopefully with the dedication it will inspire me to continue it and finish it. This story is for my brother. We're family, no matter what.
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Post by Tuesday on Jul 30, 2008 22:29:13 GMT -5
Trees rushed by the window, as the car speeded onward. Railroad trackes raced alongside with the car, as if guiding it to it's destination. A destination that was unknown to one of the passengers in the car. Tired hazel eyes blinked as the scenery passed on, while music blared into his ears.
The boys name was Lance. Lance Avese. A 15 yrs old shy kid, with no family and at the moment no hope. Lance glanced up to the front seat where his social worker was driving the car, listening to her happy-go-lucky music without a care in the world except to make sure he got to his new foster home. He couldn't even count how many foster parents he had had in his life, but he did know it was a lot.
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Post by Tuesday on Jul 30, 2008 22:59:23 GMT -5
"So, Lance. You excited to meet your new foster parents, "His social worker, Karen, asked.
His gaze fell back to looking out the window as he said nothing to her. That was one of the things he had learned from other "Foster" parents, stay quiet. It had been drilled into his head so many times that it stuck. In learning to stay quiet Lance also learned to bottle his emotions. So, it really was no surprise that he said nothing to her.
Karen gave a heavy sigh and looked at Lance through her rearview mirror. "Lance, you're gonna need to say something sooner or later. It's not healthy to be this quiet, " She said to him sadly. 'Why does she always seem sad when she looks at me or speaks to me sometimes,' he wondered to himself. He figured all foster kids were treated this way, he never really thought any of them could be happy living with foster parents.
Lance began to fiddle with the hole in his jacket as he looked out the window and to the world that was out there.
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Post by Tuesday on Aug 1, 2008 7:15:04 GMT -5
As the car was driving along, Lance watched as they passed a sign saying "Welcome to Bridgepoint". Sighing to himself, Lance couldn't help but feel like it wasn't going to be any different than the other foster parents.
"We're almost there now, Lance," Karen said to him over her shoulder, "Oh! Look out the window. There's a nice lake there, maybe your foster parents will let you go there some time for some fun."
Lance glanced out the window and saw a beautiful lake behind the town of Bridgepoint. 'Looks like something from a postcard,'Lance thought to himself, 'And I highly doubt my foster parents will let me have fun...they never do..' Staring out the window Lance watched as the townspeople went about their daily lives. It was a quaint and homey town, friendly to all visitors; but for Lance it was how they always appeared.
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Post by Tuesday on Aug 26, 2008 21:36:41 GMT -5
The car began to pull up a suburb looking street. It looked like one of those streets you'd see in a movie, but figured you'd never see in real life. It appeared as though Bridgepoint was a town that liked to keep spirits up, Lance rolled his eyes and wished it luck for him. Slowing down to a halt that car stopped infront a two-story, white, Victorian looking house. It looked inviting, but Lance knew from experience that outside appearances weren't always as they seemed.
"Welcome to your new home, Lance," Karen said over her should with a bright smile on her face.
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Post by Friday on Aug 26, 2008 21:48:10 GMT -5
((I like it. It's good so far, very intriguing.))
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Post by Tuesday on Sept 20, 2008 10:57:07 GMT -5
Karen quickly got out of the car, walking around to the trunk she glanced at Lance through the window and motioned for him to get out. Sighing, Lance resigned himself to his fate.
"Now everything will be just fine, Lance," Karen began,"We have done several background checks on this couple, so everythng should be just fine." She came around, to where Lance was standing, with a backpack in her hands. Gently she placed a hand on his shoulder, ignoring his flinch, and handed him his bag. "I promise you, Lance. I promise this one will work out," She told him quietly with a soft smile on her face.
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Post by Tuesday on Sept 20, 2008 11:00:08 GMT -5
Lance looked up at her with his green eyes, eyes that told everything. He didn't believe her, not one bit. Looking back down at his shoes, he couldn't help but dread the idea of meeting these people.
"Well," Karen said with her usual grin back in place," Let's go and meet your new family." With that said and done she marched up the walk way and to the front door, with Lance trailing behind silently.
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