Chapter 3:
Focus. I tell myself, trying to do the work that is set up in front of me. "I can't do it" I mutter and lean back in my chair and put my hands over my face. I've been home and hour now trying to focus on my homework, but it's almost impossible when my Foster parents are screaming at each other on the upper floor. You see, i've lived here ever since my mother went into rehab because of her drinking problem, and my dad went to jail for some reason that no one will tell me about, he's been there since I was around three years old and that when my mom started drinking, that's also when everything about my life came crashing down around me. After that all happened I was in and out of foster care, sometimes my mother would come back for me, to take me "home" but they wouldn't let her, they say that she is still unstable. It's been 13 years and she still somehow manages to get drunk in rehab. But when it comes to my father, I don't even remember his name, his voice, or even what he looks like; but honestly he's not worth my time after what he did to me and my mother, he doesn't deserve it, so I don't give it to him. I question myself if I'll ever forgive either of them, after what they did, i know it sounds selfish, but I don't even care anymore. I just want to turn 18 so I can live on my own and have a happier life, away from all the things that have hurt me in the past, I just want to be happy. Thats all i've ever wanted. But apparently, happiness doesn't want me, at least not yet.
"Anna, get down here!" I hear Rose, my foster mother yell from the kitchen. I walk out of my room and down the hall, to the entrance of the kitchen; where she was. "Yes?" i ask looking at her noticing the dark circles under her eyes. "Walter, and I are going out- so make yourself useful and do the dishes" she orders in a tone of voice that screams 'I HATE YOU' but I just ignore it and do as she said, so she doesn't slap me like the last time. I walk over to the sink and begin to clean the dishes, but stop when I hear the sound of a familiar voice, that I couldn't quite put a name on. I look out the window and see that the house across the street that has been for sale, for ages now; has someone finally moving into it. I look closer and see a man and a woman looking at the house, that I am guessing are married, and a little boy hugging the woman's leg. I'm guessing that's their son. But after a while someone els walks out of the house, that looks around my age. His back was turned to me so I couldn't identify the face until, of corse he turned around. And to my complete dismay, it was the one and only Peter, the boy who wants to understand... Fantastic (note sarcasm).
