Here I am, in the last place I thought I would be. This is, at a foster care agency. Apparently some family is planning on adopting me. I have no idea who they are, but based on what I´ve been told, they are real nice and I´ve got nothing to worry about. This lady at the foster care agency just told me that I would be meeting them this afternoon, for lunch I guess, so I have to put on something nice. Thing is, I have nothing nice to wear, hasn´t she heard were I came from and why I´m here? Well, I tried my best and chose a shirt that was clean and some real dark blue jeans.
It was finally time to meet my family; they took me to a fine place. The lady, who told me her name was Wendy, was really friendly just like her daughter Rebecca. The guy who would be my father couldn´t meet us due to, too much office work. Then there was this dude, Joshua, he must have been seven years or so, and he wouldn’t stop talking to me. Well, I guess there is not much to complain about, at least he is nice. Back where I come from, you get mocked if you act like that. They started asking me where I was from, and embarrassed I confessed that I came from a poor neighborhood where you can find numerous gangs. They also asked me where I studied, and also embarrassed I told them that my mom could only afford paying for school after I finished the fifth grade. A numerous questions came after these ones, except for the reason I was in foster care. I am quite sure that the lady back in the foster care agency told them how my mother was killed by the gang I used to hang out with when I didn´t go to school. Fortunately they didn´t ask this because I would´ve probably burst into tears and ran away.
A few weeks later, I got the news that this family wanted to adopt me, this made me really happy, now I would finally have people that love me, that will take care of me and that accept me for who I am. I mean, many families probably wouldn´t want me in their families if they knew I lived around gangs and was even a part of one. Two days later, Wendy came to pick me up. For some reason I felt so comfortable around her, as if I had known her for years! Her house was so awesome; I even had my own bedroom and bathroom! Everything was going great. I went to my new school, Joshua treated me just like a big brother, Rebecca was the prettiest and nicest sister anyone could ask for and my adoptive father, Tim was a real nice dude. He even taught me how to play baseball and American football. I have to admit, there were many moments were I didn´t care about anything this new family had given me and felt awfully sad remembering my mom and felt undeserved of all these things Wendy and her family gave
After a year of living with them, something awful happened. Joshua got kidnapped! Wendy would cry like I´ve never seen anyone cry and Jim was so depressed. Rebecca was at her worst point, and me. Well I was awfully depressed, he was the one I hang out with the most and now he is gone. All this pain I had became worse, when I discovered that my gang, The Elites, was the responsible ones for the kidnapping. This pain that grew within me when I found about it grew even bigger, when Jim suddenly was the grumpiest dude alive when he would come around me, Rebecca would barely talk to me, and Wendy would treat me as if everything was perfect when it obviously was not. I decided to take action, this month and a half felt like a thousand. I decided to take action and ran away, I went to confront them.
My legs trembled when I stood in front of them; it was the worst thing ever. Not because these were the stupid guys who killed my mom, but because they had my brother! I knew what they were capable of if I did something wrong. Before we negociated, they took me to see Joshua, he was blindfolded and his hands were tied up. I knew he was sad because he put his head down and would not talk. We negotiated and they gave Joshua back. Luckily they did not beat Joshua, gave him a bed to sleep, and did not says awful things about the family. He told me that the kidnapper would just sit at a table and watch all day.He also told me that they kidnapped him because of me, something I knew, and said that they wanted to make me miserable because after I left the gang, they thought I had betrayed them and killed my mom, after they knew I had a better life and wanted to take it away from me. I knew this was not the end. When I came back home with Joshua, everyone jumped of joy and gave me numerous thanks. I noticed that Joshua enjoyed life more, because he knew as a smart kid that these people could have killed him. He also started being more careful on who was around when he would go out, but this only lasted a week after his liberation. After seven months, the thing I said about this not being the end of it was right. The Elites stopped in front of us, as Joshua and I were going back home from school. I told him to run, and he did. They took me to my old neighborhood and started punching me, kicking me and saying things about my mom and my family. Finally, when I could not resist, and thought this could not get worse, they put a gun to my head, whispered ugly things. Just before I thought the trigger would be pulled the police team came and got them. Little did I know that my adoptive father was a detective and Joshua told him what happened, and Jim immediately called the cops.
I thought that they would give me away back to the foster care, after all the trouble, but these people are incredibly nice. They decided to maintain me as part of their family and luckily Jim got offered to work in Boston. So we moved and I´ve got to say, this definitely marked the first out of many glorious days in front of us.
