The Others

I've written so far about my life in the foster home. Yet, haven't said anything about whether other foster children joined me or not. This will show you each foster kid after me, and an story or two from each one. Welcome the Others.

To begin, the first foster children after me were three kids I'll call Al, Cal, and Sal. Overall, they were surprisingly a lot like me and my brothers. This happened just after my youngest brother was sent to the residential treatment center, and it was a pain to see the foster parents replace him so easily. Out of the many kids, these were the only ones who were sent to a residential treatment center and allowed to return over three times. Each time, they lost over four months of school and never truly caught up.

The second group of kids after me and my brothers were actually pretty good behavior wise at first. This time, the foster family decided to add a girl and boy sibling group. At the time, I was still at the private school, and the girl was around a year younger, so a few rumors spread before I had to stop them outright. I'm lucky I had help from GG, Chris, and JV. Though this might have been a reason for the change in Ms. Queen Bee's attitude toward me. Considering it was a Christian school, I wouldn't rule out anything along those lines. They both ended up leaving after the little brother went insane one day. There really wasn't a build up, he just didn't want to go to bed one night and went crazy because the foster parents told him to go to sleep. It was no surprise they called the case worker within an hour, though it was the first time I have ever seen the case worker show up in less than thirty minutes after the foster parents called. His older sister was taken thanks to them wanting the same thing I did when I first arrived. That's when I realized I didn't have my one rule being done. I had lost my little brother, and I hadn't noticed that the foster parents didn't take my choice into account for a few years.

After this, the foster parents seemed bent on getting a new child every six months. As well as on upgrading their home every year. They would not take any foster child under the most difficult level of care, and that was a big problem in the long run. Out of around eight or nine kids, they only received two groups of kids they could handle. It started with an out of control child. I have Bipolar disorder, but he was an extreme case. We had moments where we would be driving and everything was normal, only for this boy to go from a regular kid to a psychopath without warning. I learned to be ready for anything when he was involved. The foster parents told me they would have to send him to the residential treatment center nearly three days after they had taken him in. He was taken to the residential treatment center within a week of arriving at the foster home. Upon entry, he immediately began acting like it was a normal experience. Even going so far as to call it a summer home. He never returned, and was known as the worst kid in my mind.

The next group became a staple for the foster home. The foster parents seemed to want to get two at a time, going so far to get twins more often. Around this time, I was already starting at Alpha Academy, so the babysitting meant I was also watching these kids. The next five kids were all during the two years I was at Alpha. Among them, was two twins, and a little boy. The first group of twins were kinda crazy, even going so far as to destroy their own possessions to recreate better times in their lives. Too bad their best times were snow days and their only possessions were teddy bears. Each time we woke up, there would be a fluffy mess in their room. Another moment that happened involved the skinny twin. Yeha, one was skinny and one was slightly bulky. The skinny one was ironically a little demon despite being named the reverse. One day, we left him with the foster grandmother. During that time, he had dropped an older model box style television we used for gaming. Rather than tell the grandmother to call for help, he ended up convincing this frail old woman to try to pick up a heavy box TV set alone. We showed up around thirty minutes after she started trying, though I could only guess it was that long because of the reason he dropped it. He was trying to change the channel on the television we used for cable. Apparently, he didn't want to be seen watching adult shows and the children's shows time period had ended. The little boy was next, after the last group having what could only be called hellions this kid was a true angel. He was a little too perfect, like he was hiding something every moment. As it turns out, he was using his perfection as a disguise to have the foster parents allow him to get away with anything. Among these things were attempting to "touch" the foster parents grandkids and hiding various undergarments from female clothing stolen from the washroom during the time we washed for the grandkids. He did all this, but was never caught until he had been sent with his sister who had not been allowed to enter the foster home. The last group of twins were simple kids. Mainly, they were just really slow, not that it was bad having kids who couldn't outsmart a rock, it was just frustrating because I was forced to be their tutor when they got straight F's on every report card.

The last group that the foster parents had taken in was what they always wanted. They had four girls in one group, but each girl suffered in a different way. It didn't help that Bubba was getting to the age of twelve. He wouldn't admit it, but he was maturing and all these girls didn't help. During this time, every girl slowly started looking to me for help in a different way. I was already past twenty, so I wasn't sure if I should have been their role model, but with Yaya having a baby brother and me knowing I would be staying and babysitting even more, I decided to make sure no one forgot me. I began showing them different anime and music I had grown to love, and even told Bubba, Yaya, and the eldest girl some of the things that helped make me a better person. Out of all I taught them, the one thing I always pushed was everyone became a part of your life for a reason Even saying sometimes you don't know the full reason until later, but that reason was always there. Shortly after teaching them everything I could, all four girls were adopted by one family. The foster parents decided to not get more kids shortly after. They also agreed on visits with the girls, something that had never happened before.

And I hated that the foster family cared more for other kids, but after the early years there I had quickly grown to have a physical change that hid everything. To this day, I can not smile normally thanks to all I've been through. I can barely smirk. And my natural face is a blank slate.