Novel & Cerita Foster's Home For The Imaginary Friends

I let Brandon get out of the truck first, while I peeked under the sheet of fabric. “Wait here, my boy. I’m gonna try to make them turn off all those big lights for a while.” “Kujo wait.” When I got out of the truck, Isaac and Trisha were already filming from different sides a few steps ahead and Amy was shaking hands with the big man. Brandon waved for me to join them. “Brett, this is Fran Garner, the foster mother of the beast,” he said with a little smirk. “Nice to meet you, Fran. So many things I wanna ask you. Where is it?”

**Winter's POV** The halls seemed both familiar and eerie as I followed Sarge, their familiarity marred by the memories of arguments and betrayal. Even the comforting scent of aged wood and lavender did little to ease my unease. As we reached a secluded room at the end of the corridor, Sarge paused, glancing back at me. “Please, just come home, Winter,” he implored, his eyes softening. “I’ll talk to Dad and get him to change his mind.”

“Well, Derek, is there somewhere we can take you? Your family? Home?” Hanging his head in shame again, he whispered, “I have nobody.” Feeling my heart breaking, I asked again. “Then where do you live?” He seemed to get even more uncomfortable, and this time he looked up at me. “The Crookstens'. But they are just my foster parents, and they don't even like me. Please don't take me back there, they will hurt me again,” he whispered, tears glistening in his eyes. Alright, its official, my heart was shattered.

Foster Home 1 I stepped out of the social worker's car, my backpack slung over one shoulder, and stared at the house in front of me. It was a nice place, two stories with a wraparound porch and flower beds blooming bright in the afternoon sun. Not like the group homes I had bounced through for years. At eighteen, I was aging out of the system, but they said I needed stability before I went off on my own. Mark and Sarah Thompson were my last shot. The social worker, Ms. Ramirez, patted my arm. "They seem nice. Give it a chance, Lila."

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

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

For the last 2 years I’ve managed to stay in the same house, but it’s been… Challenging… I’m the oldest of 3 foster kids, which means I’m the one who gets the most shit from Florence and Winston or as we call them ‘jerks who just want the money’. They are two of the most uncaring and pompous assholes I’ve ever come across. They didn’t have the room to take me in when they did so they transformed a small storage room under the stairs to the attic for me to stay in, I guess they were fans of Harry Potter, and all because they wanted the extra money that came with taking me in. They knew I was old enough to take care of myself and I guess it was a win-win in their eyes.

Foster didn't even look at the menu and said, "Just follow her lead." Hannah looked up at him and scoffed, "Copycat!" Foster lowered his head and washed the fork, his slender fingers resting on it, even making the fork on his cheek appear more noble. Realizing what she was looking at, Hannah forced herself to look away. She took out her phone and wanted to vent about this matter with Jessica and the others. Just as she typed a few words, she suddenly remembered that Jessica and the others didn't know about Foster's situation. She had no choice but to delete the words she had typed, and then she opened I*******m to see those glamorous fake socialites posting heavily edited photos that were un

His jaw tightened and I could feel that his wolf was uneasy to leave me alone with Foster in this state. "Go," I let my alpha command seep in. He stiffens but he obeys. "Yes alpha," he turns around and enters the house. As soon as the door click shut behind him I take a step forward, but made sure to not go too close. Pickett had been an ordinary human and she killed Giovanni. Foster was a human. Well he was now human. Foster came from a line of warlocks and witches like Pickett did. His parents however died a long time ago. His guardians who he referred to as his parents are ordinary human beings who know about his kind.

“Guys. Breakfast is ready. Hurry up now.” While the 12 year old Lyla, 6 year old twins Daisy and Michael ate their breakfast, I fed the 2 year old toddler Theo his meal and remained starved myself for another morning. We are all living in this foster home together under the care of Hector and Selena Brooks. Well... Not exactly care because they don’t care about anything else than the money they get from fostering us.