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- Seen Jun 23, 2012
Ray wached the trees blur by. Thats all there was to see now, trees, rocks, and streems that they ocasionaly crossed. thats all he'd sceen for the last hour. <Its gona be tough walking back all this way...> He thought to himself. Janet, the social worker who was driving, said "This was the best situation for all of us. Your uncle has no criminal record whatsoever, and will have lots of time to spend with you. He sounds like a nice guy if you ask me." Ray didnt anser. He'd herd everythig about 50 times already. "You'r uncle Space said that you can live with him now! You'r uncle Space wants to help you! You'l be realy happy there, way off in the forests! He's ritch to, so you can have almost anything you want!" Yaahhh... NOW he wanted to help. Ray didnt think so. He'd only met Space once when he came out of nowhere, to take them to dinner. His father didnt want to go, fut a free meal was to much to refuse. They went to a fancy resteraunt, and stuffed themselves, while his uncle talked about a big break he'd had in the gaming industry. His company was now planing to make Pokemon games on the new handheld Nintendo DS system, and they wer going to be a huge sucsess. His father kept ordering more food, while his mother listend quietly. After uncle Space paid the bill with his card,his father put as much food as he could in to-go boxes. Uncle Space left a hundred dolor bill on the table, and folowed them out to the cars, but as they walked out, his father said he forgot his keys and went back in. Ray looked back and saw his father slip the bill off the table, put it in his pocket, take the keys out, and walk back with his keys in his hand. Ray never forgot that. A few weeks later Ray got a pacage from his uncle with a new DS and Pokemon game in it. As he played it for the first time in his front yard, a big kid walked up, grabed it out of his hands and ran down the street with it. As he wached the kid run around the corner, he could here his parants screeming at eachother inside. Ray shook the memorys out of his head, as Janet turned onto a big long driveway leading into the trees. As they drove through the trees, a large house appeared. Not a mantion as he'd expected, but what looked like a four bedroom, two story house, like he'd seen in some of the classier neighborhoods they drove through to see Christmas lights. It was a deep forest green, with redish-brown trim, making it look like a modern version of the forest around it. Ray eyed it uncertainly. "You shure this is the right place?" he asked as Janet puled up beside an old pickup truck out front. "Im'e as scepticle as you are." She said regarding the beat-up Shevy with uncertainty. Just then the door to the house flew oppen, and uncle Space came joging out. He was dressed in kaki pants, and a camo T-shirt, with good tenis shoes on his feet. "Why helo there!" He said to Janet as she got out of the car. "I trust your drive here was plesant?" He said as he poped the trunk, and started hauling suitcases out."Uhhhh.... yah. It was great." Janet said glancing sidelong at Ray. "Good good! Well come along then! Lets get this stuff up to your room!" Space said as he joged back up the steps, and into the house. Ray and Janet stood by the car for a few seconds, before Janet asked "Do you realy want to stay here with this guy? He seems kinda... whacky." Ray could tell she was truley conscerned about him, and he thought about going back and trying to find a foster home, but decided it would be easyer to run away from here if he didnt like it (which he was sertain he woudent) than somewhere else. "Il give him a try. He IS ritch." Ray said shruging. "Ok. But you'v got my number just in case. Call me if you want me to come pick you up any time, day or night." She said as she picked up his last bag, and headed up the steps. Ray knew she realy did want to help him, but she could never send him back to his family like he realy wanted. Back before his dad got laid off, and his mother started drinking. His father had worked at a electronic manufacturing center, and only made it there by the skin of his teeth. When he got laid off, he couldent get work, and only got a few dolors doing odd jobs around the neighborhood. Things went down hill from there. Again he shook himself, and having nothing to cary, swalowed the lump in his throte, and walked up the steps and into the house.