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I've been in this group home for two weeks now, everything has been pretty good. The girls explained to me that every time you do something good you get a point, and once you have ten points your allowed to have a visitor. I have seven points now, I really want to see Vic. I really want to see that whole family. If you do something bad you loose all your points. I've been trying to be good, trying to not let all the mean girls get to me. I really can't wait to get out of this group home. There's nothing wrong with it, it's just not the same. I was just getting used to have a some what normal life, then I got put In here. I guess it's kinda my fault. I really miss Vic, I miss his warm skin against mine, his passionate kisses. I miss him calling me beautiful, I miss his amazing hugs. I heard that I will only be in this home for five more weeks, it's really depends on how i act here.
The worst part about being here would be that they won't allow us to have phones here, no computers,nothing. Nothing that can be used to communicate with the "outside world". This week my job was to take out the trash every night. Every time I do it I can get a point, you get two points for doing something without being asked to do it. Which I have gotten four points for cleaning up the bathroom twice. I share a room with two other new girls, they weren't there in the circle when I first got here. They are actually pretty cool, their names are London, and locket, I know their names are normal but they came from other countries. They both got sent here to come to this group home and to start better lives. My personal favourite is London, mostly because she let me use her make up one day when we went on a field trip to the mall. I had just enough money to buy a new pair of shorts for this summer. We just finished supper, all I want to do is go to bed.
"Are you done in there?" Locket says while knocking on the bathroom door.
"Yeah, sorry." I quickly grab my hair brush and open the door. I walk straight to our room and throw myself on to my bed. I grabs my little notebook that I packed. I put on more mark on the second page in the book, I'm marking down the days that I've been here.
It's been really hard not being with Izzy.
"Vic you know that isn't right" my mom says while standing in front of me. I sink down farther in to the couch.
"Are you really gonna keep telling me that?!" I raise my voice.
"Don't raise your voice at me young man!" She's practically yelling at me now.
"ITS BEEN TWO FUCKING WEEKS!" I scream. I get up from the couch in a anger. I run up to my room fast before they can say anything to me. I slam my room door. They've been saying the same thing to me over and over again, how bad it is for me to love Izzy. I can't stop though, I've tried. The moment we left that home I started missing her. My mom and dad have been talking about giving Izzy back, by back I mean back to foster care. This is all my fault, I should have never made a move on her. I'm just fucking up her life, god I hate myself. My family doesn't understand how I feel about Izzy I love her so much. I've dated a lot of girls but there's something about her that makes me stand out from the others.
Everything with Izzy and I was perfect, until she had to go to that group home. I don't really know if we are ever together anymore, I haven't seen her in two weeks. I miss her warm kisses. I miss her cuddles, I miss her everything. She's beyond perfect, my love for her in unconditional. I forgive her for the fight, I forgive her for her past. I honestly don't care about her past, what matters to me is now. The present, everything that happens between us. She's different, then most girls. The weirdest part is, she isn't even my type. I usually go for the slutty girly girls, but Izzy, isn't like that. She has a natural beauty, unlike all the other girls I've dated. I use to only date girls because every other guy wanted that girl, with Izzy I don't care what others think of us. Her hand fits perfectly with mine, Her and I equals perfection. We are just perfect for each other.
I need to find a way to see Izzy, not seeing her is killing me, my heart hurts. People have been saying I love her to much, that I'm going to end up hurt. I believe that, enjoy what you have now, enjoy every moment. What's bond to happen will happen, and I can't do anything to change it.
I've been trying to come up with a plan to get Izzy out of there, the only thing I can think of is, go in there and take her. Move far away from here, start a life together. Then I thought about what could happen, the cops could come looking for her, and when they find her they could take her to jail, they sent her to this group home and if she brakes the rules it can't end well. There's where I'm stuck, I can't leave her in there but I don't want to go get her and risk fucking up the rest of her life. Julia tells me to go with my gut, to do what I think is right. Izzy only has to stay in the home for five more weeks, which I mean maybe I could wait but what happens if my mom and dad deicide to give her back to foster care. What if she goes with a different family that lives far away from here, then she would be gone forever. I can't let that happen. I think I'll try and get her out of there.