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    Foster Care Love – (Chapter: ch 8)

     

    “Take her to chucky cheese; I’m sure you’ll get out of them before nine considering it closes as eight.” Lucy and the other two laughed.

     

    “I said drop it,” I grumbled letting them know I wasn’t in the mood for their teasing as we parked in the drive way of our boss’ house.

     

    It was located in a nice neighborhood, a place you definitely wouldn’t think some gang leader lived and held meetings. The house was two stories, white with a picket fence, it made me sick every once in a while to think of the children living around her who might someday get pulled in to the gang by the nice house and pleasant demeanor of our boss, but it was how things were meant to be so I didn’t question it much.

     

    “Come in hurry,” our boss nodding quickly holding the door open for us to rush in before her neighbors saw a bunch of high school rebels at her door step.

     

    “So what’s up?” Max sat down pulling John on to his lap, the guy slapped his hands away and sat beside him while me and Lucy sat in the chairs.

     

    “I don’t know how to start,”

     

    “From the beginning usually works Trent,” yep that’s right our therapist is the leader of our gang of lesbians, gay’s, bi’s and open minded straights, so easy for her to get into the gang when I had to see her and talk to her every Saturday.

     

    “Cool it Davies,” she growled, her long brown hair pulled in a pony tail and she wore a sweat shirt it was unusual for her to be in anything but a suit.

     

    “What’s wrong?” Lucy wondered, concern etching every one of our young faces.

     

    “Wait until the rest of the sectors get here,” she said lighting a cigarette. Sucking in the air and letting it feel her lungs calming her nerves.

     

    “Every one, here?” John mused, that was a lot of people to show up in an urban neighborhood.

     

    “Yes John this is bigger than your high school sector,” Trent growled sucking on the stick like some pacifier.

     

    “Whoa,” he sat back where Max took his hand for support; this was their first big meeting. The four of us were the only ones at King High in the Lesbike Gang and it so happened we all attended therapy with Dr. Susan Trent, where we told her everything going on.

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