Blech, Tuesdays.
Eliza left over the weekend, and Bella had sneaked into her bags. It's only me and Riley now. No one else. Just us. Blah, I need more bloody friends. When Bella was still here, every morning she would salute to another 'Avian American' child, as she had called them. His name was Dalter. No; that's not it. Dashner? Yes, Dashner. And he has a sister named Flyconnie. No; still not correct. Falconnie; there we go. They seem nice enough. Who knows?
Ezekiel followed me to school today. I had to rush to my locker to put him in there before anyone noticed and fainted. I set out a towel, a bowl of water, and some carrots I was saving for later for him. I left him in my locker, and no one noticed until after 5th period. Until, of course, he started clawing at the locker. I shoved him into my back-pack, and he stayed in there, with his head sticking out of the back-pack, for the rest of the day.
After school, I walked straight to the Foster Home center thingy. Caleb and Connor are being adopted by two different families. It's not only rough for them, but as well as me. Poor things. Connor is being adopted by a werewolf family, and Caleb is being adopted by some mutants. And now I only wish I could have taken them first. The worst thing about it is, I can't EVER see them! But, Ezekiel has been comforting me. As well as home itself. It seems to embrace you when you are down, and make you smile. Even the beaten couch does! But now, time for some shut-eye. I have bloody tests tomorrow. Good night, therapist diary.~
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