Post by Larka on Sept 19, 2007 16:27:57 GMT -5
I thought since we like Bones-or I do-so much, I might write somthing about her childhood.
The Knowlons
Another foster home, another day of a school, more hell to live. I sighed. This was going to be like every other day. I looked at the bottom of the shoe I was holding. So many names, of all the foster homes I had been in over the years. But all along, Russ had been with me. He was in the bed next to me. four years older than me and in grade 9 already. He was my idol, someone I wanted to be like all my life. He was the only thing in life I have known for ever. Since I was 6 when my parents left so suddenly one day, he has always been with me. And so had this shoe.
Ally
Jinsas
Lamona
Johansans
Higgans
Smith
Applewood
and so many more. I couldn't possable name all of the foster home's we have been in.
"Tempie?" I jumped slightly at the sound in the room. I looked at the clock: 11:00 AM. Wow. pretty good for an eleven year-old. "What?" I whispered in reply. We didn't want to wake up the two old people who were currently fostering us. "Tempie, go to sleep. It's late." Russ said groogily from the bed next to mine. "Night, Russ." I said quietly to my older brother. I clicked off the mini-flash light and rolled to face the wall of our room. It was not a very exciting bedroom. The walls were all white and bare, except for the ugly picture of a white persian kitten in the middle of our two beds. It was a small rectungular room, with one closet and a mini-dresser inside of it and a bar to hang cloths on. Between our two beds, there was a small nightstand with a picture of out parents on it, russ standing inbetween them at age 4, and my mother holding the one-year-old me. I smiled at the thought of the picture though I could feel the tears welding up inside their glands. I didn't usually cry, but when I did I cried long and hard, and it was either when I was caught in the rain or in the shower, so no one could see. So I forced them back, and forced myself to sleep.
The sun shone harshly in my eyes from the window between the beds. I looked at the digital clock: 7 AM. It was sunday. Which ment church. I wasn't even catholic. Nor did I belive in a God-of any kind. But I had no choice. We were going to church. I decided to pretend I was asleep, and maybe they would let me stay here. "Russ! Tempie! Get dressed for church, please!" Came the annoying voice of Mrs. Knowlon. She had to be one hundred at least. "Tempie, get up!" Russ was shaking my side. "I don't want to go to their church, Russ. Were not even Catholic!" I whined, hopeing they might let Russ stay with me while they went to church. He sat down on my bed, still in his PJ's. His eyes swam with sleep, and he seemed only half awake. But as always, he was going to try to be there for her. "Tempie, I don't want to offend them on our second day here. Now please, get up and put on some good cloths." He said to me, getting up and walking out of the room with his cloths over his arm.
I sighed and threw back the covers. Slowly, I got up and walked over to the closet. I only had one set of good cloths. It was a knee-length red plaid skirt, a black blouse with little red-heart buttons and old, tight black shoes with a buckle going over the top of my foot. And then the worst of it: knee high red plaid leggings. I hated this outfit more than anything. But if I didn't wear it, I might offend our Foster parents, and then Russ would get mad. I hated it when he got mad at me. So I took my cloths, and walked out of the room. Russ was still in the bathroom, but just as I got to the door, he came out, hair wet from a quick shower and clothes neat. He wore black pants, a navy blue polo shirt with red stripes and old, tight dress shoes. "Your turn." He smiled, walking to the bedroom and shaking his long hair out of his eyes. I smiled and walked in, shutting the door behind me. I slowly turned the old lock, when it gave a small click I knew it was locked. I put both hands on the counter and took in a deep breath. The house smelt of ciggerette smoke, old bagles and old people. It was musty and damp, but it was a house. Not a home- I havent been in a real home since our parents left.
I looked at the small blue hairbrush. I picked it up and looked in the mirrior. My hair was a mess. It was down to my shoulders and dark brown, slightly red and so thick it was a chore to brush. It hung in strands, sitting on my shoulders. After combing all the knots out, I took the red elastic from around my wrist and pulled it back into a near ponytail. I took out my red and black hair band and put it in. Then i put on my blouse, my skirt and put on my leggings. But one thing, at the bottom of the case was the one thing I liked about church. My gold set. The only thing of any value I owned. My mathcing gold set, bracelet, necklace and gold ball earrings. I put the earrings on firt, then the necklace. It had a tiny dolphin pendent on it, but other than that it was plain. Then the bracelet. I left the bathroom, and into the bedroom. "Coming?" I asked Russ, who was sitting on the bed reading a book and eating cereal. He looked up and nodded, smiling from benith his locks of curly hair that hung to his ears. We walked to the kithen, dressed and ready to go...
The Knowlons
Another foster home, another day of a school, more hell to live. I sighed. This was going to be like every other day. I looked at the bottom of the shoe I was holding. So many names, of all the foster homes I had been in over the years. But all along, Russ had been with me. He was in the bed next to me. four years older than me and in grade 9 already. He was my idol, someone I wanted to be like all my life. He was the only thing in life I have known for ever. Since I was 6 when my parents left so suddenly one day, he has always been with me. And so had this shoe.
Ally
Jinsas
Lamona
Johansans
Higgans
Smith
Applewood
and so many more. I couldn't possable name all of the foster home's we have been in.
"Tempie?" I jumped slightly at the sound in the room. I looked at the clock: 11:00 AM. Wow. pretty good for an eleven year-old. "What?" I whispered in reply. We didn't want to wake up the two old people who were currently fostering us. "Tempie, go to sleep. It's late." Russ said groogily from the bed next to mine. "Night, Russ." I said quietly to my older brother. I clicked off the mini-flash light and rolled to face the wall of our room. It was not a very exciting bedroom. The walls were all white and bare, except for the ugly picture of a white persian kitten in the middle of our two beds. It was a small rectungular room, with one closet and a mini-dresser inside of it and a bar to hang cloths on. Between our two beds, there was a small nightstand with a picture of out parents on it, russ standing inbetween them at age 4, and my mother holding the one-year-old me. I smiled at the thought of the picture though I could feel the tears welding up inside their glands. I didn't usually cry, but when I did I cried long and hard, and it was either when I was caught in the rain or in the shower, so no one could see. So I forced them back, and forced myself to sleep.
The sun shone harshly in my eyes from the window between the beds. I looked at the digital clock: 7 AM. It was sunday. Which ment church. I wasn't even catholic. Nor did I belive in a God-of any kind. But I had no choice. We were going to church. I decided to pretend I was asleep, and maybe they would let me stay here. "Russ! Tempie! Get dressed for church, please!" Came the annoying voice of Mrs. Knowlon. She had to be one hundred at least. "Tempie, get up!" Russ was shaking my side. "I don't want to go to their church, Russ. Were not even Catholic!" I whined, hopeing they might let Russ stay with me while they went to church. He sat down on my bed, still in his PJ's. His eyes swam with sleep, and he seemed only half awake. But as always, he was going to try to be there for her. "Tempie, I don't want to offend them on our second day here. Now please, get up and put on some good cloths." He said to me, getting up and walking out of the room with his cloths over his arm.
I sighed and threw back the covers. Slowly, I got up and walked over to the closet. I only had one set of good cloths. It was a knee-length red plaid skirt, a black blouse with little red-heart buttons and old, tight black shoes with a buckle going over the top of my foot. And then the worst of it: knee high red plaid leggings. I hated this outfit more than anything. But if I didn't wear it, I might offend our Foster parents, and then Russ would get mad. I hated it when he got mad at me. So I took my cloths, and walked out of the room. Russ was still in the bathroom, but just as I got to the door, he came out, hair wet from a quick shower and clothes neat. He wore black pants, a navy blue polo shirt with red stripes and old, tight dress shoes. "Your turn." He smiled, walking to the bedroom and shaking his long hair out of his eyes. I smiled and walked in, shutting the door behind me. I slowly turned the old lock, when it gave a small click I knew it was locked. I put both hands on the counter and took in a deep breath. The house smelt of ciggerette smoke, old bagles and old people. It was musty and damp, but it was a house. Not a home- I havent been in a real home since our parents left.
I looked at the small blue hairbrush. I picked it up and looked in the mirrior. My hair was a mess. It was down to my shoulders and dark brown, slightly red and so thick it was a chore to brush. It hung in strands, sitting on my shoulders. After combing all the knots out, I took the red elastic from around my wrist and pulled it back into a near ponytail. I took out my red and black hair band and put it in. Then i put on my blouse, my skirt and put on my leggings. But one thing, at the bottom of the case was the one thing I liked about church. My gold set. The only thing of any value I owned. My mathcing gold set, bracelet, necklace and gold ball earrings. I put the earrings on firt, then the necklace. It had a tiny dolphin pendent on it, but other than that it was plain. Then the bracelet. I left the bathroom, and into the bedroom. "Coming?" I asked Russ, who was sitting on the bed reading a book and eating cereal. He looked up and nodded, smiling from benith his locks of curly hair that hung to his ears. We walked to the kithen, dressed and ready to go...
