The Last Foster Home
Read the story18 years old and have been in trouble with the law since I or anyone else can remember. I have been caught shop lifting, breaking into houses, infact basically any minor offence that you can think of. I have been in and out of various homes and most of the people who have been good enough to foster me for some time, quickly found that the time was too long. They wanted rid of me as I was too much trouble. I woke up in as I did most days and went to get ready for the meeting with the home director. I wasn’t sure why I was being called in to see him as the previous times I had met him, he told me where I was being sent next. Now, however, it was only 4 months until I would be legally allowed to leave the home and so I didn’t feel they would risk locating me somewhere else. I knew in my heart that I wasn’t a terrible person but I was bitter. I was angry that my parents died in an accident 7 years ago and I was angry that I had no other family who would look after me. I was also angry about the way I looked. I was fed up of being told by people how cute I am. I know that I look cute but if I was taller then I would be considered handsome and not like a harmless cute thing. I am, and I hate to say this, only 4ft 6 inches tall. Actually, that is with my shoes on but I always wear them when meeting people as I need all the help I can get. I act like I do because I have to make up for my short stature some how. Anyway, I made my way to the office and walked in to see Adolf, as I called him. “Hi, Tom, sit down”. He ordered. He seemed more cheerful than he usually acts towards me. “Well, this is your lucky day. Someone wants to take care of you.” He smiled at me. “Screw you, I don’t need anyone to take care of me.” I put on my usual tough guy act. “No choice Tom. You are on the foster files for a few months yet and we want you out of here.” He continued to grin at me. “I bet I’ll be back within a week.” “We’ll see Tom, we’ll see. I think it’s time you met your new Mom.” He pressed on the box on his door and asked his secretary to show “Miss Scnoor” into his office. The door opened and I looked around from my chair. I looked up and then up some more to see her face. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, had black hair and was the tallest woman I had ever seen in my life. She shook hands with Adolf and I noticed he was staring directly into some huge breasts. She made him look so small. She stared down at me and held out her huge hand.