Hijo De La Luna

 

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My Life Sucks

It was a dark and eerie night,white misty fog surrounds my feet as I walk along a strange dock. I hear a distant voice and wonder who it's coming from. "Hello?" I asked. No reply. I can hear the voice a bit better now. It sounds like a woman begging for something. As I step further I hear another voice calling my name making me feel like the more I step forward I take a huge leap back. That's when I remembered.... I'm in science class."Mr.Albino  !" I jolt from my slumber. " Sleeping in class again huh ?" Mrs. Doung our science teacher asked. " Yeah... sorry couldn't stay up for that interesting lecture about how people can learn from baboons." I answered." I hope that won't be on the test." Every one snickered except for Mrs. Doung. " Albino this is your last day here at Woodmore, and I don't think your new family is going to like that snippy attitude of yours." Mrs Doung explained. "Do you understand." "Yes maim." "Right, now can anyone tell me the life span of a baboon." Poor Mrs. Doung, stuck here working her butt off for us kids. I should cut her some slack before her hair turns completely grey. At this point I should probably tell you whats happening. Well my name is Albino (Al-be-no) if you didn't all ready catch that and I'm a foster kid in Woodmore Institute. Kids here aren't all foster kids, it'sa boarding school as well. I'm in sixth grade, like hockey,and my favorite color is green. I fell like I'm forgetting a important detail. Hmm. Oh yeah I'm an albino if you hadn't guessed by the name given to me by the sisters. I have snow white hair and skin. My eyes are pink. Still feel like I'm forgetting something. Oh, and I am nocturnal at least I think I am. Mrs. Doung says I just have an abnormal "sleeping habit" and should get some more vitamin D. But I don't think so. Mr. Wang ( My doctor) said my vitamin D level was average. Anyway I guess you want to know how I got here in the first place and not my heath record. All Iremember is being alone for a little while, I might have been seven. Until some  police officer noticed me sleeping in a card board box. The police department contacted Woodmore and now we're at the present. After five long agonizing years here I am being adopted. Bad news is they'll probably give me back like all the others. I've been to eight different foster homes and not one of them could put up with my sleeping habits and home schooling me which they all ways did. I only know little things about this family. It includes two parents and a girl who is my age. They live in a small town located at the the top of  Virginia. I've kind of been thinking about what they'ed be like. But my main question is why do they want me? They already have a kid, so why deside to foster an other. While I was pondering on this fact, I felt something ram into the back of my head. I looked behind me only to see a paper airplane. I picked it up and examined it's contents. It was from one of my pals, Junior. It said: 

 

Al meet me at lunch, we need to

talk.

                               - J

 I look back at him but he's already focused on his notes. As soon as I turn around Mrs. Doung is there in my face. "What is this!" She exclaimed. "First you fall asleep in class. Which I see happening because of your sleeping habits. But this! Do you not care for science at all!" For her information I love science, you just make it boring. But of corse if I said that I'd probably be locked in my room without lunch and wait until my new "family" gets here.  "Mrs.  Doung I'm not even the one who wrote the note in the first place!" I retorted. "Who then pre tell?" I didn't want to tell on Junior, that's not cool, but I couldn't get locked in my room ether I would miss the going away party( that is supposed to be secret )my buds were giving me. " I'm...I'm not sure." " Let me see." She read the note and it seemed that she was convinced that I was telling the truth. There are five kids in this class whose name begins with J. " Very well, but if I catch you doing one more thing in my class-" "Ring"   The bell rang and science was over. Thank God! I thought. Saved by the bell once again.

 

 

At lunch I met up with Junior. He was siting next to Alfie another one of my pals. " Hey Al." Jonior said while I was pulling up my chair. " Thanks, you know, for not selling me out." He scratched his black hair. " No sweat. So, what's so important that we have to sit all the way in the back of the cafeteria?"  I asked. " Well it's Alfie knows more about it than I do. Of course Alfie knows every thing. " Ok so Conor heard from Sophie that Rebeca told Julia, something that her boyfriend Greg, told to Justin that he got from an eighth grader who was eavesdropping on Mr. Satten told to Ms. Williams that your new parents will pick you up at Recess." "What that's so bogus who picks any one up at recess." I remarked. " What about the other thing that Connor told you?" "Oh yea Connor also told me that Toby-" "Skip the details genius." Junior interrupted."Well he told me this the family that's fostering you, the Dad is a government official." "So?" I asked. "What's the big deal?" "So what do you think he'll do if  you pull one of your "big ones" hmm?" Alfie questioned. "Well..." Did I forget to tell you that I kind of mabey take a little "souvenir" to remember them by before I leave. Ok so I steel so they can give me back so what? But I understand the predicament ( yea I know big words.) " So what are we gonna do?" I asked "No Al, what are you gonna do-" " Going to do." Alfie corrected Junior. " Alfie can you not be a smart tart for ten minuets!" Alfie looked down at his half eaten ham burger. Alfie is just a student here in fact one of the smartest person I know. On weekends ( which is our only free time ) he locks his room and studies for the whole day. He of course wore the uniform but made made sure it was perfect. He has black hair that would usually be combed and cut perfectly, but when he's nervous it grows faster than a cut off lizard's tail. His skin was coppery brown and his eyes were the only thing that would make him look conspicuous. They were both startlingly blue. He doesn't like it but I think it's awesome. When people tease me and call me a the abominable snowman he gives them this look that makes you want to shrivel up into a tiny ball, and they'ed run away. I wish I could do that. Alfie is the brains but Junior.... he's more street smart. He's a foster kid like me, but he's from New York City. He's actually two years older than me but he was held back twice in the first grade. He may sound dumb but not to me. At least he's "smart" enough to tell that someone needs help, unlike so many others that go to this crummy school. Every time bullies tease me he sticks up for me the the old fashion way, which occasionally lands him in detention. His hair is also black, but while we were in first grade he had a little incident once with the safety scissors, which makes him have kind of a mohawk with side burns look. He had green eyes and always wore a jacket to match. His face was all cut up from "child hood incidents". Each of them told some pretty cool stories. He wore the school uniform sloppy and the teachers and nuns just gave up on his attire. He also loved video games. Halo, Destiny, Call of duty you name it. Sometimes he would play hooky just to buy a new video game at Game Stop. Life kind of was that way for along time , Alfie would be the smart one and do everyone's homework ( if you payed him ), Junior would be the cool one and give us video game tips and bail us out of trouble, and me.... I'm that glue that's stuck in the middle of your arts and crafts poster, stuck there. 

I was just sitting there in silence. I thought Alfie would come up with an idea. " Don't worry guys I'll figure something out." Just then the loud speaker came on. "Albino please report to Mr. Satten's office." " Oh come on, we've got 15 minuets and 25 seconds until Recess." Junior said with out looking at his watch. " That means I probably got in trouble. Again." I replied. " Well I'd better see what the old goat wants."

 

 

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The Bruers

Mr. Satten is our school dean. He has kind of an agitated look. I wouldn't blame him, he takes care of 220 kids! He had blond hair and intense green eyes. Usually he wore a brown over coat with a button down shirt. He always wore a red and black tie ( which were uniform colors ). He was currently signing some documents or something like that. Until Ms. Fetcher told him that I was out side his office. He then called me in. " Albino," He started to say " I just wanted to call ya up a bit early to explain something to you."
" Did I do something wrong sir." I asked."No, no not at all, I just want to give you a piece of advice."
"I'm listening."
"Could you please try out this family, Albino." Mr. Satten begged. " There nice people trust me." I stared at the ground and didn't reply. " Look," Mr. Satten tried. " I don't know why every family we send you to feels the need to return you."
   " Maybe it's because I'm a freak." I mumbled. He just stared at me in concern. I didn't make eye contact. I had my sweater on with the hood up so he definitely couldn't see my face. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. It was Ms. Fetcher. " Sorry for interrupting Mr. Satten but, they're here. " "Perfect send them in." He said. I made sure to put my hood all the way over my head. Soon walked in a man in a spiffy suit, a lady who was wearing a checkerboard shirt, jeans, and combat boots pulling a girl (who I assumed was there daughter) into the room. Mr. Satten then got up from his chair and shook hands with each of them. " Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Bruer and you must be Amber." Mr. Satten said. " Pleased to meet you." She grumbled. "And this young man" He gestured me forward. " Is Albino." I was slow to get out of the chair. I walked towards them but still looked down. " Eh..hem" Mr. Satten urged. " Hi" I said quietly. " Hello Albino " Mr. Bruner put out his hand to shake. I was hesitant. I tried to keep the way I look a secret, until we get to their place. I continued to look at the ground so he could think I didn't see his hand. " He is a little shy." Mr. Satten clarified. " Oh that's okay because once we get you settled in you'll probably get used to being around us" Mr. Bruer said. I knew he was trying to help but right now I did not feel in the mood. First of all I don't get to say a proper good bye to my pals and second I won't be able to get that root beer float that Junior sneaks out every time I leave. Keep it together Al. I thought. It'll be like always government official or not. " Well he's all set to go just sign here and he's all yours." Mr. Satten directed him. Mr. Bruer signed the sheet. The mother then took out a camera and snapped a picture of the document. Then she walked over to me gave me a surprisingly tight hug and said " Welcome to the family."

When we walked down the hallway I heard whispers and snickers as I walked by. Out of all the chatter I hear someone call out my name. "Al, hey Al!" It was Alfie running as fast as he could to catch up to me but was blocked by tons of kids. " Is that one of your little friends?" Mrs. Bruer asked. I nodded. He soon caught up with us and pulled me aside. " You're leaving now?" He asked." Yea I guess Conner was wrong then." " Actually it's the eighth grader's fault."
" What ever!" I barked. He made a look with his eyes. Not the "don't mess with me or I'm gonna kill you" look . It was what Junior and I like to call the " shame look". I sighed. " Where's Junior he...he's you know."
" No I don't know."
" Stealing root beer and Ice cream from the teachers break room." He whispered. " Okay I'll call you later." I told him. Right, I don't have a phone....at all. But Alfie dose, his parents of course gave it to him though. He says he bought it from doing chores and that if I work hard I could get one to. That is classic, Alfie. I'll probably just have to use their home phone. The bell rang again and he ran to his next class, Alfie never wants to be late.

The Bruer's and I walked out to a 2014 Royal Royce.  Dude. I thought as I walked toward the car. I was really impressed, but I didn't show it I learned at an early age not to get my hopes up about stuff like this. It'll all go away eventually.
" I call shotgun." Amber called. " Sorry sweetie but your mother is already in the front." Said Mr. Bruer . " How about you sit in the back with Albino huh." She gave him a look but he ignored it. We both sat in the back of the fancy car. Amber glared at me but didn't pay attention to her. She had wavy brown hair with light brown eyes to match. She wore a uniform as well but different of course. It was a green vest that read St. Jerome Academy inn the corner, over a white buttoned down shirt. She had a dark skirt with a green, red, and white checker board pattern. " Well," I heard her mom say. " Bond."
Amber sighed. She definitely looked like this was a waste of time. We both could agree. " So," She began. " You like cats." My eyes widen with fear. " Y...you have cats ?" I asked " Yea, one what's the matter ya scared of em." Scared is not how my relationship with cat's is labeled, more like... THEY HATE MY GUTS. I gulped down my fear. " Not really." I answered. She looked at me like she finally found a why to get rid of my. " That's great news because our cat Chloe is having kittens very soon and we don't want you to be frightened now would we." She said. " We're here" Mr. Bruer said. " Home sweet home."

The Bruer's household or should I say mansion was totally different from what I was used to. All the other houses around the block were tiny compared to theirs ( and the other houses were plenty big.) I still didn't show any emotion as we walked toward the entrance. Standing there was a butler ( surprise, surprise!) He was dressed in a suit kinda like Mr. Bruer's but black ( Mr. Bruer's is dark green) and the butler had a rose in his suit pocket. He stood there holding the door and smiled. " How was your day sir?" He asked Mr. Bruer's. " Very well thank you." He replied. " I would like you to meet someone, Franklin. This is Albino." He placed his hands on my shoulders. " Albino this is Franklin our butler." Oh really, never would have guessed. I thought. " Why, hello young man." Franklin said. I didn't reply. " He's just a little shy." Mr. Bruer said. The butler nodded once. " Are there any bags sir. Stop right here. Now don't go thinking oh no Al ya left your stuff. Ah...no. You see I'm a drifter I don't stay in one place for long. Well.....except the institute but I didn't have anything that I actually own except for the clothes on my back. Now you're probably wondering, but don't you ever change? Well in a way I do, On weekends only though....and it's more like wash my under shirt put that on, and then my uniform pants. Yep, that's how I chill.
"No, no bags " Mr. Bruer answered for me. Franklin opened the door and we walked inside. The place was decked with fancy stuff. Great I'm now officially Richy Rich. I still pretend not to take interest. "Well here we are pal." Mr. Bruer said patting my shoulder. "Amber how bout you show Albino to his room." "Great, just great." I heard Amber mutter. "This way." I followed her up the stairs.

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