The Hope of You | Foster Child Story

[Tipsy]

Nice. Also tell your Grandmother she's amazing. MY grandmother doesn't know how to work her t.v! I cant imagine her with an IPad.

[Starfalling]

More!

[the force awakens.]

Thanks, I've been busy with exams and all, but I'm finally back. Two days of school left for me, and they are both half days. I may be posting chapters on my phone tomorrow (if I can get a post up), so I'm not going to be the happy grammar queen.

Nice. Also tell your Grandmother she's amazing. MY grandmother doesn't know how to work her t.v! I cant imagine her with an IPad.

Don't worry, my grandmother isn't the best with technology either; so it's my father and my family that teaches her how to use it properly.
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May 29th - 10:50 p.m.
(I have no words on what to place here...)

Fortunately, Marci stayed away from Lauren and I tonight. Apparently she hates Lauren as much as she does me, and I've only been here for about two hours or so. She seems to be emo (I dislike stereotyping people before I know them), and that's another difference between the two of us. Lauren is actually a happy person herself, and I think that's another reason that Marci hates people.

Well, Lauren gave me a "tour" of the place, and it was actually pretty awkward when I finished. I'm going to write down a detailed description of the tour now...

The first place Lauren had showed me was our room. "Our room" was part dark and band-themed (that was Marci's area), with the bands being displayed in poster form. All of the bands on her wall were: Black Veil Brides, The Guitar Lords, R5, Starlight Alliance, and Blood on the Dancefloor. R5 had been a band I had been a fan of (until I figured that was about the only thing Marci and I had in common.) The other four "bands" were unknown in my mind until that very moment, and I didn't want to see them every time I woke up. Her bed was a black theme, as the bedsheets, bedspread, and pillowcases were completely black.

Onto Lauren's section of the room: Well, Lauren's third was quite a mess of celebrities and books. I saw every Harry Potter book; several magazine pull-out posters of Josh Hutcherson, Taylor Lautner, Daniel Radcliffe, Jennifer Laurence, all the members of One Direction, along with several other celebrites; and a giant bookshelf. The bookshelf included: The trunk for the Harry Potter collection; all four Twilight novels; an entire The Hunger Games trilogy; and maybe 90 different other books. What I could see of her bed was a purple bedspread and a purple pillowcase.

My section of the room was obviously the smallest. I had a twin bed with a green bedspread, bedsheets, and pillowcase. My wall wasn't filled with posters or books to make my day, and I had a small lamp to top it all off. Even worse was that my bed was next to the window, and that meant I would get to hear every noise around Hollylight as I either did homework or slept. This was a perfect way to start my new life: Getting the hard bed and being treated like a three-year-old. My first reaction to my bed was this: "Where am I going to have space to decorate at?"

Lauren told me this in a kind way: "Well, my subscription to about five different teen magazines here can be shared, and that share would be going to you! I'm sure you brought lots of books for us to read while you have nothing to here."

"Well, I don't have any books, and I need to get a bookshelf and a dresser to place my clothes in," I said in a embarrassed manner, knowing that I could live the life here like the way Lauren was living if I had a bigger area of living space. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you in any way--"

Lauren immediately interrupted me, ready to say something. "Well, I can take something from downstairs, since there's always something there! You can read all of my books whenever you want, Haley."

"Thanks, Haley," I say.

Well, I'm going to explain everything else that happened tomorrow. I'm getting tired, and I'm going to obviously hit the sack. Maybe something good will happen and no one knows yet.

With love,
Haley. <3

[the force awakens.]

I've decided to start writing my story again, and I'm super excited to do so. Here's the next part, going on to the next day!
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May 30th -- 8:15 a.m.
(Yes. I got up early.)

Somehow, I seemed to get up really early this morning. I blame the window view for this, as I was basically blinded by the lights of "the lovely outdoors". Anyway, let's get back on to what happened yesterday.
After I made my way to see my room last night, I saw the pool, the game room, basically everything you can find in a normal house, i found. Of course, there was three tall and large bookcases in one room (I refused to consider it a library) that had books constantly donated, and whatever was there was free game. I would barely call it a library, even though I couldn't imagine it in a normal house. Of course, thinking about the book room brought me to think about my parents, and how they had suddenly disappeared off of the face of the Earth. I knew that their loss would be hard on me, but I didn't exactly know how to deal with their loss in the first place, since I would never know at that moment whether they were dead or not. I had to leave the book room in order to stop thinking about it. I felt so much better afterwords.
We spent a half hour looking at the babies in the nursery afterwords, something that definitely cheered up my former horrible mood. I loved changing their diapers, even though I knew they would be easily adopted. They weren't supposed to deal with the pain all of their lives, it seemed. They could easily be adopted and have new lives, clearly.
The day went by quick, because soon it was time for bed. Lauren tucked me in almost like I was her own child, like there wasn't a three-year difference between the two of us, and more of a twenty or thirty year difference. She told me the curfew was annoying, that it was normally ten o'clock, but we could turn off the lights whenever we wanted to. Marci didn't make her way into our bedroom until it was nine-fifty-nine, and almost made Lauren want to kill her, and vice versa. I attempted to take every single event that had occurred to me out of my head that day, and peacefully fell asleep. I knew tomorrow would be much better, the drama would finally be over with. Maybe it would have all been a dream.
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Somehow, I lied. I found myself waking up in the same bed I had unfortunately fallen asleep in, not on a vacation or anything like that. I checked the time through Lauren's clock, and it was six-thirty in the morning. I had sighed and made my way to see if breakfast was downstairs, maybe because I knew I wouldn't be going to sleep anytime soon.
Against all of the stereotypes I had heard about, breakfast from an orphanage was actually scrumptious, never bland. The variety could also be seen as against stereotypes -- many different cereals with colors ranging all over the color wheel; many different types of milk, in non-fat, reduced fat, full fat, and low fat types; bread loaves already divided into many types for breakfast and jams and preserves to come with them; and easy access to make pancakes and waffles, with fruits and syrups to go along with them. I smiled as I made my way to the box of Honey Nut O-Oats, a cereal I had always seemed to enjoy, despite my peculiar tastes in cereals. I noticed quite a few kids and teenagers that had came in before and after me -- likely trying to get the first day of their vacation started early.
After I mosied to finish my breakfast, I came in here to write my diary entry. And here I am now, finishing it after getting a scowl from Marci.

With love,
Haley <3