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I stretched my arms, legs and abs while I was waiting for Jesse. I had chosen to wear tops that were slightly longer than the others to cover the scars on my upper back. I didn't want to scare Jesse. The first day they didn't even occur to me, but luckily that shirt was long enough. I was just greatful that my lowlife father didn't whip me on my lower back as well.

"Alright, all warmed up?" Jesse asked when she came back.

I nodded and we got to work. I had passed the basic lessons with flying colors, and was now on the advanced moves. I didn't verbally say it, but I was beginning to really enjoy hip- hop dancing. It was just the perfect way to express my emotions without saying anything. By my third week, Jesse had asked me to stay after so I could talk to her. I was a little bewildered, but didn't refuse. Jesse puuled a lime- green paper out of her folder, "Did you hear about our big show coming up?" She handed me the sheet with a little excitement in her eyes.

I shook my head, looking at the paper curiosly. There was a picture of two sneakers on top with the words:

J Smith Dance Show: Saturday, March, 22

Time: 6:30

Place: Langsten's Park

"I would like you to dance in this show, " Jesse said hopefully.

I wasn't sure how to react. In all honesty I was a little happy that she had asked me to dance in this important event, but then I began to panic, "Wha- what if I mess up?" I stammered, my imagination going all over the place.

Jesse smiled, "We would work on it of course, and its not for another week and a half so you don't have to answer right away. Just let me know when you come to a decision," With that, she grabbed her bag and left. I just stood there a moment, staring at the paper before I did the same thing. What exactly am I going to do? I know I'm not half bad at hip- hop dancing, but I would be dancing with a lot of girls that have been in training for far longer than me. I would most likely look like a fool up there. I decided to talk to Adrian and Ellan about it later. I stuffed the paper in my bag and headed out. I had more homework than I would have liked. I just can't seem to focus at school the way I used to. I think a certain boy would have something to do with that. I thought about Will all the way home. This was a first for me. I never had any reason to think about any boy outside my foster family. This was all new and strange. I wasn't sure yet if I considered this a good thing of not, but at least it was a change. I hadn't decided if it was good or bad, but it was change nonetheless.

I walked along the street lost in my thoughts when I sensed a presence behind me. I turned around and saw no one. I quickened my pace home, not liking the prickling on the back of my neck or the goosbumps on my arms. I was about a block and a half from home when I felt a hand on my elbow.

I spun around, ready to attack. This creep won't know what hit him!

"Sydney? What's wrong? Oh sorry," Will yanked his hand back like my arm was hot. I didn't respond to his question. I merely stood there, my eyes wide. His dark eyes sparkled with a mixture of emotions. I didn't want to see the concern.

"Were you following me?" My voice was a low whisper. I wasn't sure why. Perhaps from fear that the only person who might have eventually become my friende is no better that my father. It almost hurt to think of it.

He held his hands up is defence, "No, no Sydney. I was just heading to the docks when I saw you here. You looked scared so I wanted to ask if you were ok," His nearly obsidian eyes were pleading. I looked away, afraid that I would believe him if I looked into his eyes. How can I be certain he is sincere? "So... are you alright?"

I looked behind him, not seeing anyone. What really surprised me was the secure feeling I had around him. This isn't good. It's like his presence just shut my danger alarm off, "S- someone was following me," I mumbled before turning around.

"Well, I can't have you walking home alone if that's the case. Let me walk you home. That way I know you're safe."

I shook my head. I can't let him know where I live. I can't let him know that I am a foster child. He would act different around me. He would act out of pity or ignore me completely, and I won't allow that. I turned away and walked quickly, partly out of fear, and partly to get away from Will. Luckily, I didn't see him when I turned around. Soon I was home and there was no incident.

~o~o~o~o~o Will o~o~o~o~o~

I knew it was wrong, and that I was probably betraying any little bit of trust she had for me, but I was worried. I followed her home. Just to make sure she would be ok. I kept to the shadows and walked slowly. Every time she turned over her shoulder, I would pull back behind a building. At first, when she went into a large house, I didn't understand what she was so upset about. Out of curiosity, and of course, stupidity, I walked up to the house and took a closer look. There was a small sign on the door that read:

Wellings Residence and Foster Care. For more information call the number below:

My heart tightened in my chest, Sydney is in foster care? I turned around and stalked home. How can this be? Is this the whole reason she's so quiet? I wasn't sure what to think. All I knew was that she does not deserve this. As I walked home I wondered if something happened to her parents or if they were just too stupid not to see what they had in front of them. My mood darkened deeply as I stomped my way up to my porch. I took a few, deep breaths before entering. When I was sure I was completely composed, I walked in, "Hey mom!"

"Oh, hey dear. I thought you were going to the docks," My mother, Livian, was in the kitchen. There was a wooden spoon in her right hand, a cookbook in her left. She was stirring a pot full of a savory aroma that made my mouth water. Mo mother is the best cook in the world I swear.

"I decided to come back home instead. What's that you're cooking?" I asked as I moved closer.

"Not sure what I'm going to call it. How about you help me with a name after we eat?" She smiled and tapped my nose with her finger. I had shot a couple inches past her in the last year so she had to look up at me. Her dark hair fell down to her waist in a tumble of curls. Her forest- green eyes sparkled. I never ceased to feel blessed that she was still amazing after Dad had died. I could always talk to her and depend on her especially right now.

"Um, Mom?" I asked hesitantly as she sprinkled some pepper into the pot.

"Yes dear," She looked up at me, curiosity and slight concern in her green eyes.

I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, this is new. I've never been awkward around my mom before. We just agreed too much, "Well, that friend I told you about… I saw her today and she told me not to follow her home. But since she looked so scared about someone following her, I sort of did to make sure she was ok. It seems the reason she doesn't want me to see is because it's a foster home," I was nearly whispering by the end, uncertain of what else to say.

She sat there for a moment, deep in thought. After the tension was so thick I could have sliced it with a knife, she spoke.

"Well, I don't think what you did was wrong, but I don't know how you would bring it up with her without getting her upset. I would just go on as if you never found out and one day she'll tell you on her own," She ruffled my hair before returning to the stove. I felt so much better after talking to Mom. I don't know what I would have done without her.

I decided to take her word and just act normal. I swore to myself I would treat her no different. My new goal is to gain her trust and when the day comes, she will tell me.

Yea, I know. A little short but I have been busy. I feel bad for not updating often though. I'm sorry. At least you got a glimpse of Will's home life. I promise I'll try to update more often.