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Kai POV

"Hey Honey," She greets me as i drop onto her purple couch, warn out from it's many years.

"So whats the verdict? Another money hungry family looking for a babysitter?" I bluntly ask sarcastically. She hits me upside the head with a newspaper as she saunters past the couch to the white padded chair to the right of me. I can tell by the weird expression on her face that she was trying her best to swallow the laugh my questions created.

The same four walls drowned in baby blue and countless diplomas have become like a second home to me, scratch that, a first home. The only home to warmly accept me with open arms and i never had to think twice about trusting the women sitting in front of me. Home after home, mother after mother, they've all changed but shes stayed the same. She's kind of like a best friend to me, i guess.

Ms. Kelly was a just person. She did the best she could for me since the day she was assigned as my social worker. Ms.Kelly is a woman of average height, just about 5'7" and average looking as well. She wasn't ugly, but she wasn't gorgeous you know? She had the common brown hair and the same old brown eyes, along with fair skin. Right now, she's telling me about the next temporary foster placement.

"Actually it's good news, we have a good family with a young daughter who's 12," She explained handing me their file. The Riccis. They're Italian, cool. Both parents are entrepreneurs, okay. They own 3 businesses together, wow. And they live in Soho?! I stare long and hard as i reread the word Soho, over and over again.

"SOHO?! That's an hour and a half away from here!" I exclaim matter-of-factly. "How am i suppose to see you when they fuck up?" I pace back and forth thinking of all possible train routes leading closest to the center New York City.

"Calm down Kai," she giggles and continues, "they won't fuck up and I live in Soho. I'll be around if you ever need me. I'm also a call away... plus its actually just about eleven minutes away by car." She hands me a bottle of water rustling my hair as an act to calm my nerves.

I lift a few inches to take it and relax back into the couch. "When am i leaving?"

"In one hour".

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Authors Note :

Sorry for this super short chapter folks. I promise the next ones will be far longer and far better. ;)

The other story on my page is good also, but this one was wrote by me and my sister.

~ 'til next time XOXO