(I'm sorry if this is accurate to what foster care is like, tried researching to the best of my abilities 🙏😭😭)

Jimmy sat in the car as he was being driven off to someone's house once again. It was crazy to think that a few months ago, he was put into the foster system. Jimmy didn't like it at all. He hated the families and their kids. They all sucked.

This was supposed to be some different home for him. Jimmy knew that was some false hope that they were trying to put into him. He figured that this home would be the same.

His arms were crossed as he leaned back into the seat. His eyes were watching the houses move by. He had no idea what neighbourhood they were in, but they were nicer for sure.

The car soon slowed down as his attention was put onto a house, your house. He opened the door and got out. His bag slung over one shoulder. The only thing his expression could be described as was grim. He really didn't want to go through this again.

Heading up to the front door, the social worker was walking slightly ahead as they knocked at the door.

A small sigh left through his mouth. This was only to keep happening, moving from home to home, constant annoyance, bad people that were supposed to 'take care of him.' this wasn't going to look up at all.