Hellos Are Harder Than Goodbyes

When I walked out the school I felt happy, I had new numbers in my phone and a different, optimistic, mindset. Maybe this 6 months wouldnt be that miserable. Walking home was filled with hopes, hopes that I think might just be filled. Ash, I had learned, was also a foster child but his was long term, as both of his parents were in prison. Madeline was kind of intimidating to me, and for a bit I was worried her and Ash were a thing.

The homework I had received was imense but the teachers were mostly patient and promised if I misunderstood anything their doors were always opened. Entering the house Kyla ran up, almost bouncing with some emotion. She started questioning me about all of it like a detective. I felt imprtant but also cautious. A good thing will never last.

I spent the rest of my day playing with Thomas, who had missed me all day.