Skater Girl & Skater Boy

What happens, when skater girl, moves into a new house with her twin sister, and meets skater boy? Dillans a foster child, she's 15, and her and her twin sister, Liyla, have had it sorta rough. But what happens when they get relocated, and have to move in with the Micalises family? Read to find out!


10. Chappy 10!

Next Morning After Dillian's Release


"Now then. Sense your actually home, I believe it's time we got to know you on a personal level," The woman says, guiding me into the kitchen. I sit at the kitchen table with them, staring blankly. I had something on my mind. I'm done with this, all of it. The foster system, the rules, the awful gut wrenching pain of heart break, over and over again. I meet new people, and it's the same thing every time. I get new 'parents' stay with them till they don't want me anymore. It'll happen with these people too. I didn't start out like this, always running off. Until I started to realize the pattern. I always got close with the people I stayed with, big mistake. So I've just learned to not care. I usually never get too close with boys either. Maybe once or twice, but if I got close, they were always just friends. Jake is different. There's something about him that makes me go crazy. "So, let's see. We know you like skateboarding. What else do you like?" the woman asks. "Can we please not do this?" I ask politely for once. "Please Dillian?" she asks me. "Fine. But for every question you ask me, I get to ask you one," I say. "Seems far," the man replies with a smile, probably hoping I'm warming up. Pff as if. "Ok, so what is your favorite color?" The man asks. "Black," I reply. They seemed a little disturbed, but shook it off. "Okay, my turn. Why did you take in my and Liyla. For the money, or for the image?" I ask. "Well, neither. It's because we care," the woman says. "That's what they all say. I'm done here. Sorry, not sorry," I stand up, and go upstairs. "Liyla. We're leaving. Pack your stuff," I tell her, she was sitting on her bed. "What?" she asks. "I said we're leaving, now hurry up," I say, grabbing her stuff, and shoving it in her bag. "No. Stop, okay? I know what your doing, and I need you to just stop. Can you please just give these ones a chance? I want to stay here. But I also really need my sister," she grabs my hand, and looks me in the eyes. "Liyla, they're all the same! Get it through your head that no one cares about us anymore," I shout. A tear slips down my cheek, but I quickly wipe it away. "Dillian. We can't give up. Someone out there has to," she says. "Well then where are they? You know what. Your right. Some out there does care about us. But one is dead, and the others in jail," I say. "What about Jake? He cares about you," she says. "He's different. He's my boyfriend, not my parent. Of course he cares, for now anyways. Nothing lasts forever. And when that moment comes, I'll be ready, because I'm separting myself now," I tell her. "And your sister?" she asks. I pull her into a big hug. "I your not coming I'm going alone. I love you Liyla," I run down the stairs, and out the door. I start jogging up the street to Jake's house. After a few minutes, I get to his house and run in, and straight upstairs. Jake and Josh we're sitting on his bed talking. I ignore both of there weird looks, and grab my bags. "I love you," I say, kissing him good bye. "Dillian, what's going on?" he asks, grabbing my arm before I could leave. I look at him, and hold in my tears. "Keep my board for me," I say, pulling my arm away from his grip. Before I could go far, he grabs me again, and pulls me into a tight hug. "I read your journal. Baby, if your going to do this, I'm going with you," he says. "No. Your have to stay here. You still I have a future... I don't," I say. "If I have a future then so do you, because it's the same future princess," he says. "Stop! I-I can't," I fall to me knee's and break down in tears. "Stop what? Caring about you? I'm not going to leave you. Not everyone is going to leave you Dillian. I'm here to stay. Forever. That's a promise," he says, kneeling down by me. He uses his finger, and lifts my chin. "Stop running, please? There's no point in running, if I'm here to stay," he says. "How do I know for sure?" I ask him. "You don't. You just have to trust me," he says.

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