Running as quietly as I can down the stairs, and I’m not sure what to do when I get into the living room. The place so quiet, almost empty…nothing moving but a warm breeze as I walk out side. The water freezing, and I can see a into the next door neighbours house. Looking around trying to figure everything out…always look for an exit you’ll never know when you’ll need it. The yard opens on the left side, leading to this fence that separates the front from the back and I can jump it no problem. I just wish that maybe I won’t need it…that maybe for once I won’t have to run.

Walking back around, a long bed of flowers at the far back fence…the only one I know the name of are the roses. The smell of them mixing with the cool morning dew from the grass that covers my feet soaking them…I should’ve put my shoes on. Slowly walking back into the house and Carmen walks down from the stairs her hand in her hair and I really hope she just has a bad case of bed head. For some reason thinking of them together like that creeps me out…it’s like thinking about Jax and Mary. Something that no one wants to think of…well maybe that group of girls that kept watching us. That was weird; they followed us around until we got back…until we came back here to Shane and Carmen’s place.

“Hey you’re up early,” she walks into the kitchen pressing a button on the coffee maker. “So how long you been up?”

Sitting in one this huge stool chair things at the counter, not sure what the hell I’m suppose to say.

“I uh just woke up.” I want to say more, but something stops me every time. “Where is Shane?”

She opens the fridge door, taking things out putting them all over the counter. I can hear her footsteps move on the floor behind me, turning and she signals me to be quiet. She snakes her arm around her waist, pulling her off the floor laughing so freely. I’ve never seen anyone do that, she kisses the back of her neck smiling at her.

“Hey kiddo…so how’d you sleep?” I hate being called kiddo, I’m fourteen not nine but I can’t say stuff like that. They’ll just get angry and when the foster parents get angry bad things happen.