Manage Me, I'm a Mess
Welcome to the family
My name is Alex Gaskarth and I'm a foster kid.
My dad left me when I was three and my mum killed herself when I was 11.
I'm now nearly 17 and left with their pain.
I've been fostered a few times, but as soon as they find out more about me, they give me up again.
Joyce and Bassam Barakat are my new foster parents.
They have a son apparently.
They're are lovely. Truly good people.
But can they face my problems without giving up on me?
'Alex, your new parents are here.' Annabelle, the owner of the foster home smiles at me and I nod,
'Annie, I'm scared.' I whisper,
'I know sweetie. But you've met them and you know they are lovely. You'll be okay Lex.' she sighs and hugs me tightly.
I follow Joyce and Bassam into my new home and Joyce turns to me,
'How are you Alex?' Joyce asks,
'Okay.' I mumble.
'Good, welcome home.' She smiles and turns to the stairs,
'Jacky, come down, Alex is here.' she shouts,
'What?! You told me he was coming tomorrow! I haven't tidied my... Our room yet!' a voice whines and someone comes running downstairs, in front of me is a tall, lanky kid with black and blonde hair,
'Hey, I'm Jack.' he smiles at me, holding out his fist, I bump my knuckles against his lightly,
'Alex.' I whisper,
'Jack, take him upstairs.' Joyce chuckles,
'Okay. We can chat if you want Alex.' he smiles and grabs one of my bags from me.
'Let's play 20 questions.' Jack smiles and I nod,
'Full name?' he asks,
'Alexander William Gaskarth.' I whisper,
'Jack Bassam Barakat. Favourite colour?' he queries,
'Red.' I chuckle,
'Blue. Favourite music genre?' he asks,
'Rock and punk rock.' I smile,
'Same. Why were you up for fostering?' he asks cautiously,
'My dad left and my mum offed herself.' I mutter,
'Im so sorry.' he whispers and leans forward, hugging me quickly,
'We can stop talking now. Fucking hell I'm so insensitive.' he mumbles,
'Don't worry about it Jack.' I chuckle, 'you didn't know.' I add,
'Do you mind being here?' he asks,
'No. Your parents are lovely and you seem cool.' I shrug,
'So... I guess we're sorta brothers now, eh?' he chuckles,
'Your mum said we don't have to class each other as brothers, as long as we class each other as friends.' I tell him,
'Oh okay. Yeah, I like that idea. Would you like to hang out with me and my friends at school? They'll like you, especially Zack I reckon.' he grins and I chuckle at how excited he gets.
I think I'll be okay here.
My dad left me when I was three and my mum killed herself when I was 11.
I'm now nearly 17 and left with their pain.
I've been fostered a few times, but as soon as they find out more about me, they give me up again.
Joyce and Bassam Barakat are my new foster parents.
They have a son apparently.
They're are lovely. Truly good people.
But can they face my problems without giving up on me?
'Alex, your new parents are here.' Annabelle, the owner of the foster home smiles at me and I nod,
'Annie, I'm scared.' I whisper,
'I know sweetie. But you've met them and you know they are lovely. You'll be okay Lex.' she sighs and hugs me tightly.
I follow Joyce and Bassam into my new home and Joyce turns to me,
'How are you Alex?' Joyce asks,
'Okay.' I mumble.
'Good, welcome home.' She smiles and turns to the stairs,
'Jacky, come down, Alex is here.' she shouts,
'What?! You told me he was coming tomorrow! I haven't tidied my... Our room yet!' a voice whines and someone comes running downstairs, in front of me is a tall, lanky kid with black and blonde hair,
'Hey, I'm Jack.' he smiles at me, holding out his fist, I bump my knuckles against his lightly,
'Alex.' I whisper,
'Jack, take him upstairs.' Joyce chuckles,
'Okay. We can chat if you want Alex.' he smiles and grabs one of my bags from me.
'Let's play 20 questions.' Jack smiles and I nod,
'Full name?' he asks,
'Alexander William Gaskarth.' I whisper,
'Jack Bassam Barakat. Favourite colour?' he queries,
'Red.' I chuckle,
'Blue. Favourite music genre?' he asks,
'Rock and punk rock.' I smile,
'Same. Why were you up for fostering?' he asks cautiously,
'My dad left and my mum offed herself.' I mutter,
'Im so sorry.' he whispers and leans forward, hugging me quickly,
'We can stop talking now. Fucking hell I'm so insensitive.' he mumbles,
'Don't worry about it Jack.' I chuckle, 'you didn't know.' I add,
'Do you mind being here?' he asks,
'No. Your parents are lovely and you seem cool.' I shrug,
'So... I guess we're sorta brothers now, eh?' he chuckles,
'Your mum said we don't have to class each other as brothers, as long as we class each other as friends.' I tell him,
'Oh okay. Yeah, I like that idea. Would you like to hang out with me and my friends at school? They'll like you, especially Zack I reckon.' he grins and I chuckle at how excited he gets.
I think I'll be okay here.