The sights! The sounds! They're everywhere and all around! The colors and the lights. The cheers and laughter. The bellows and cries. The smell of fried dough and popcorn. The crazy balloon animals. And best of all, the place where it all came together, the giant red and white striped tent. It held all of this laughter. This cheer and joy. It held where the magic began. And it seemed like it never ended. It was always there with you. In your mind and in your heart.

But a wandering mind, shall always wander about. And you start to think. You think about all the joy that these people put into their work to make people happy. You think about all the little tricks and details about everything. Then...your head wanders to the guy who runs it all. The guy who conducts everything. The leader. The man in red...

"Ryan!" I was startled out of my thoughts. I quickly looked around to see who had called my name. My eyes stop as I see Julie, the director of St.Adams Foster Home, and she looked annoyed with me. The way she stood with her back slightly hunched over and her long dark hair hanging over her shoulders, was hard to miss. Not to metion that she's the only one around here that wears a suit. Her eyes narrowed and she raised her pointer finger towards me. She indicated for me to follow her. And I have no choice but to oblige. I stand up from my sitting position on the floor and walked over towards her.

"Yes?" I stop about a foot in front of her and cross my arms. I was enjoying my daydreaming. And I preferred not to be disturbed.

"You have a family wanting to interview you." She turned on her heel and walked in the other direction.

"I'm seventeen! Almost eighteen! I don't need a fucking family. I'll be out of this hell hole soon enough!" I scream at her. What makes poeple think that signing papers to a foster child that is seventeen and going to start a living in a few months, a good idea? Oh, that's right. It's not. It makes no sense.

Julie turned around and glared at me. "Watch your language young man! Now get into the office, now." And with that, she walked away again. I roll my eyes and let out a sigh. Time to go ruin another interview. I hoestly love the way people look at me when I tell them my problems. It makes my day. You'd think that a child would be dying to get out of such a place with a nice happy family. But not me. Nope. I'd rather stay in my room alone and be with my thoughts, than live with a family that I don't even know. Sometimes I wonder what was wrong with me when I was little. Was it my fault that my mom got really depressed and drank her heart away? Probably. The last thing I said to her before she left the house was that I hated her and I never wanted to see her again. But I was five. I never ment it. You don't know better when you're that young. And to find a child services officer take you away because your mother died in a car crash, was devistating, I'll admit.

I walk into the office where the happy couple were patiently waiting for me. They smiled as I entered. "Well, I'll leave you alone then." Julie smiled at them and turned to me She whospered in my ear before she left. "Don't mess this up this time." As she closed the door, I thought to myself. Can't garentee anything.

"Hello." The woman stood up and extended her hand out to me and I shake it. "I'm Maddy, and this is my husband Lucas."

I smile slightly. "Hello. I'm Ryan." I want to get this over with. I sit in the chair across from them and slouch in the seat.

"So tell us a little bit about yourself?" Maddy spoke in a soft voice. I glance at her hunsband and he seemed just as unhappy about being here as I did. Glad we're on the same page.

"Well," I begin, "I hate people. I'm socially awkward. I have medication to help with my mental out bursts. I blare my music way too loud for anyone else. And I don't need a family. I'm almost old enough to have a life of my own. So goodbye." I get out of the chair and walk out of the room.

Another family gone. Good ridence to them.

Anyways, where was I? Oh, yes. The man dressed in red...