I wake up to Christopher, my foster brother, yelling as he runs through the hallway with his toy planes. Its 8:00. On a Saturday.

I pull myself out of bed, as there's no reason even trying to get anymore rest, and pull on an over-sized hoodie. After glancing in the mirror to make sure I don't look like absolute crap, I crack open my door and head down the stairs. Chris follows me down, his toddler-like instincts urging him the annoy the living hell out of me. You would think by 7 years old those would have gone away, but no. 

With him still at my heels, I open the cupboard to inspect our choices of cereal. Barely anything, except for on-brand healthy choices, and one box of the sugary stuff that Sandra buys for Chris and I.  Well mostly Chris, I barely eat anything. 

"COCOA PUFFS!" Chris yells from behind me, "BIG BOWL PLEASE!"

At least he had the decency to use manners.

I pour him a medium sized bowl of the chocolaty cereal, and myself a small one, add some milk and start heading over to the couch. He runs ahead, grabbing the remote before I can.

Great, Disney Junior.

I hand him his bowl and sit beside where he has taken a seat on the pea-colored sofa.

We sit, in silence, watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse for about an hour, when foster-mom-Sandra walks in to tell us that she is off to grocery-shopping. Which means I watch Chris. Awesome morning right there.

After another agonizing half hour of the mind numbing cartoon, there's a loud knock at the front door. Chris pauses the show and runs to the door, eager to answer it.

I look to see who it is, after all I supposed to be watching this maniac.

I am surprised to see that it is James, standing there completely dressed even though its 9:45 am. I listen in, curious to see why he's here.

"Hello Mr. Not-in-his-pajamas, why are you here?" Chris questions, a hint of sass in his childish voice.

"I'm here to see Josie," he states happily.

"Why do you want to see The Freak?"

James frowns at this, "I just want to talk to her."

"Haha, very funny, Josie doesn't talk, idiot."

"What do you mean, I was texting her last night." I have no idea why I chose to talk to him, I mean I have barely communicated with another teenager the entire time been in high school. Something about him just seemed different, but I'm sure I'm wrong, he will end up rejecting me like everyone else.

"That phone is only supposed to be for emergencies, and plus that's different. She still doesn't speak."

James sighs, probably taking this as some sort of silly prank, "Well can I see her, anyways?"

Chris puts his hand on his hip, "No, she is with me right now."

James rolls his eyes, but seems to realize he is going nowhere with this kid.

"Well, my mom needs her pie pan back, can I at least have that?"

The monster-child looks confused, but then shouts, "JOSIE DO WE HAVE THIS BOY'S PAN?" even though I am sitting only 15 feet away from him.

I put an annoyed look on my face (he knows I'm not going to answer, so why ask?), but get up anyways to retrieve the pan from the kitchen counter. I hand it to James, our hands brush, and he smiles at me. I smile back, but quickly go sit back down while Chris shuts the door.

More Mickey Mouse. I swear if I hear anymore of that squeaky voice I will develop a hatred for mice.