Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends Novels & Stories

They own several foster homes scattered all over Crest-Elming, where they take in poor homeless girls like me, providing us with shelter, education, and support. They take in as many homeless girls as they can, out of the streets, and put us in their privately owned foster homes where they assign various matrons and elders to care for us. In my own case, I'm not only homeless, I'm also cursed from birth. The strange mark on my body is all the telling I need. I endure Elder Felix's eyes boring into me as he reminds me for the hundredth time why I should forever be grateful to the sect. When he finally ends his long sermon on gratitude and humility and finally stops shaming me, almost an hour

I was taken from one foster home to the other, I ran away from my first foster home because of the cruelty of my then foster mom, she used me like a maid in the house and I was made to stop schooling. I stayed in three foster homes afterwards but the last one before I met Mala was the absolute worst, my dickhead foster brother tried to rape me, he attempted it twice and I was so scared I ran away. I was sitting on a bench in the subway with my luggage on my lap, absolutely confused and dejected when a teenager sat beside me, it was mala, high spirited and sassy. She held my hands and took me home with her and that has been it ever since. "What is the matter, Ivy?" she asked gently, brushing

Pablo scowled. "Don't worry, she's not. It's not like I'm hiding my past anyway. Neither am I ashamed of it. I was young and did stupid sh*t, but hey, we're all guilty of that." I shrugged. "Foster homes weren't really my thing, so I tried to ditch them. I did some crazy things. One time, I acted like I was possessed by a demon so one of the foster parents who were very superstitious would return me.” I grinned.

--- They became friends—as much as two broken children could be friends. They watched each other's backs. They shared food. They told each other stories—made-up stories, about families and homes and lives that didn't exist. They pretended. It was the only way to survive. --- The fourth foster home was a family. Mason was eleven years old when he was placed with the Bennetts. Richard and Susan Bennett were a middle-aged couple who had been fostering for fifteen years. They had two biological children—a boy and a girl, both in college—and they had decided to open their home to children who needed it.

he said in a playful tone, but me, being me, takes it as offences “I’m not a person at all, so stop the small talk and take me home.” “Listen, Emily, whatever shit life you had before, fucking deal with it, you’re not lost and you still have people who care about you,” he declared openly with an annoying attitude. “Care about me? Are you actually joking with me now? You never had to jump from one home to another, praying that your next home will be better than the previous one, or where you would at least be treated as a “person” You never had to fucking live on the streets, so if you want to use the word care, make sure you know what it means because guess what? I had 4 families who thought

Dressed in mickey mouse T shirt and a flower patterned pyjamas slacks, She was seated on the chair in front of her vanity, painting her toe nails with nail varnish with the leg she was currently painting on her chair. Clair was on the phone with her best friend and foster sister Hailey Fisher. Clair met Hailey in the house of Mr Patrick Fisher. Clair has never known her biological parents and has spent her entire live moving from one foster home to the other. Most of the earliest foster homes she was in was not only crowded but also their foster parents didn't care as much for them as they cared for the money the state payed them to take care of the kids. Most days, the kids were only serve

said Henry, so my group walked towards me and Emperor and hugged us. The Train stops at Station A05; Fake Plastic Station. The group broke the hug and we looked at Emperor “Emp you've been through alot, don’t worry the FNAF family and I are here with you, Viriti, Oz & Lost included” said Cassidy. Then we got up and got off the train and saw the Fake Plastic Station; A05. As we walk towards the entrance I saw a parasite from the game Scorn the whole were sick to the stomachs “okay that’s disgusting” Fritz explained “true it’s a parasite from Scorn it’s a biopunk survival horror adventure game” I explained then looked at the parasite “hey foster father” he said “hi Parasito” I said “wait Arno

I had no desire to see anyone else who lived in this house shift into a creature I never thought existed. I was using a pencil that my last foster family had given me, The Drews. The same family Danny had claimed to know. They’d bought them for me as a ‘good-luck’ present. It was the best present I had ever received, not that I’d had a lot of them in my life. Mrs Drew had been arty as well. I had called all my foster parents by their second name. Even if they insisted I called them by their first. Calling them by their second name somehow helped me become less attached to them.

"But you're still my family. I treated you as my little sister. My parents treated you as you're their daughter. I know we were the same age but I've been wishing you would call me a 'brother'. And it happened. But please don't think that I didn't treat you like my own family." "I never said that you didn't treat me like your own family. You're the one who just said that," I said coldly. I built my imaginative wall. My foster parents, whose parents adopted me and treated me like their own daughter, and Storm, treated me like his little sister. He never had any siblings. They said I came from another pack they didn't know.

his foster dad said, his voice filled with genuine satisfaction as he chewed and swallowed each bite with evident pleasure. "Thank you," Mathias stuttered, his eyes fixed on his foster dad in a strange mix of curiosity and disbelief. "Why are you staring at me like that? Haven't you seen a hungry man before? Go up to your room now!" his foster dad barked, his tone laced with irritation. As Mathias walked towards his room, located close to the basement, he couldn't help but wonder how this was possible. However, a vivid memory of his grandpa's words in the dream flashed through his mind.