The Foster Kid
By Marriella Bullet

Prologue

In the crowded streets of Washington D.C., one dejected figure could barely be seen going this way and that through the crowds, though hardly noticing anyone else’s presence. He made his way through the streets too lost in thought to think about where he was going.

Jesse Nelson continued looking at his feet as he thought. He didn’t have enough pride to look up or even straight ahead. He’d given up a long time ago. After all, who cared about a worthless foster kid? No one.

A long time ago, back when he’d been very little, his aunt and uncle (he couldn’t remember their names) had given him to the Government’s Foster Homing Facility. They were doing so poorly on the farm in Tennessee with the harvests and everything that they didn’t have enough money to take care of him. Ever since then, he’d been moved from state to state, home to home, family to family. No one ever kept him for more than a few weeks. They all sent him back saying he was a lost cause…

They were probably right.

He had just run away from his last foster home. Normally, he would just wait for them to send him back, but this family had been unbearable.

It hadn’t even been a family actually… just a man his sister. The sister was always drunk and all she did was order him around. Her brother was even worse. Whenever he got mad, he would beat him up and blame whatever his problem was on him. It was the Foster Homing Facility’s fault for that. They were so lax in their job; they would let practically anyone take custody of foster kid.

Here in the streets, he was far away from those two, and he wasn’t planning on going back to the Foster Homing Facility either. He couldn’t stand being sent to another home where he would be unwanted yet again.

No one would notice that he was missing. In fact, he would be willing to bet that no one would care if he decided to die…