I swallow my last bite of waffle and try to smile at Mrs. Williams- I mean, Emma.
"Thanks Emma, I really owe you one," I say, hoping she lets me go back to my room. I really need to tell my followers what's been happening!
"Honey, you don't owe us anything. We're foster parents, this is what we do. I just hope that one day you'll fully trust me, maybe even love me. I think we should spend more time together before school starts, so we'll postpone starting school until next Monday," she tells me with a smile. She wipes her hands on her apron- yes, a fucking apron, she's so damn perfect- and looks at me expectantly.
"Great a whole week with y'all. I have to go upstairs," I state, shoving my plate towards her. I know I'm being rude, but I can't help it. Moving in to a new house, with these people who expect you to be this grateful kid who's perky and charming and loving. Well they got me and I'm sorry but I'm fucked up. I can hear her sigh as I pause in the doorway. I turn around.
"Emma? Um, should I maybe help you with the dishes?" I ask, chewing the corner of my lip.
"Hun, that'd be great. I really need to go call Richard about our next foster child. He's arriving tomorrow!" She runs out of the room with her cellphone, and I stand by the sink, stunned. A- another kid? Hell, I'm not only fucked up, but I'm an only child. I don't even want to be washing these dishes. I'm only washing them because I actually want Emma to like me. I have nowhere else to go, and she is actually very sweet. And she's only 8 years older than me, so it's not too bad here. I roll up my sleeves and start singing Almost Lover while I scrubbed the pans.
"Goodbye, my almost lover. Goodbye, my hopeless dream. I'm trying not to think about you, can't you just let me be? So long, my luckless romance, my back is turned on you. Should have known you'd bring me heartache. Almost lovers always do..." I trail off as I remember Grayson. We were best friends, but I know we could have been more.
Well, I wish we could have... But the people who love me always have the worst fortune.
I fuck up everyone's life, I'm such a waste of space.
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The Better Program
RomanceHazel is 16, single, and addicted to music and social media. At least, that's what her About page of her blog says. But Hazel is also something else- the reason her foster father was murdered. When she gets a...
