Chapter 8:
**Ok here's a chapter, I'm hoping to try to write more if I can, depends on how busy I am with next weeks exams.**
I moved into a new place after my father was taken for trial and then imprisoned for the death of Jadon. My new family was a very kind family that cared immensely for me. My foster family, originally a turkish family, was a very caring and hardworking family. They did everything in their hands to make sure I was the happiest kid on the face of the earth.

Aleve and Emin were a kind and caring pair. They weren’t very social and kept mostly to their small group of friends. Originally of Turkish descent, Aleve was able to speak fluent Turkish, while Emin, who was also a descendant from Turkey, barely knew anything about Turkey and the culture there. Although both of their names indicated they were Turkish, they both were greatly influenced by their upbringing in the United States.

Aleve and Emin considered themselves Muslims, but never went into depth to find out much about the religion. They knew that they shouldn’t eat pork and drink alcohol, but other than that they were just as the other American people out there. They didn’t know much about prayer and they didn’t seem bothered without it.

Christian came to live in Aleve and Emin’s house as they wanted a child they could take as their own. They had a suitable room ready, and they were ready to help him with anything he needed.

As they went to pick Christian up and bring him home they were exceedingly excited and decided to stop by an icecream shop on the way home.

As they arrived to pick Christian up..

“Hi, I’m Aleve and here’s Emin, and you’re Christian, right?”

Chris was quite taken aback by Aleve’s outgoing personality, he stood there in shock, almost unable to speak.

“Well, umm,” He stuttered, “You can call me Chris, I guess...” His voice trailed off, still slightly shy.

“Got all your stuff lil’ buddy?” Emin asked..

“Well here’s everything I’ve got,” Chris said, handing Emin a backpack with all the personal belonging he thought were necessary for his survival.

“You sure, kiddo? Just one backpack?”

“Yeah, its all my important stuff,” Chris wondered why Emin was so surprised. His PSP, 2 changes of clothes, his Ipod, the games he got for Christmas, his tooth brush, and some of his favorite books were all that he will ever need...Or so he thought when he was told to pack his stuff.

“Hop in then and we’ll be right on our way,” Emin said as he looked around for Aleve who he knew would take care of all the paperwork necessary.

Soon enough they were on the road, going right over to The Cold Stone Creamery, the place that had the best(est) icecream in town.

“So let’s start with the important questions, shall we?” Aleve began.

“Okaaaay....” Chris tried to act as if he was within his own family, yet his voice still didn’t turn out the way he wanted it to.

“What’s your favorite icecream flavor?” Aleve said, smiling and turning around in her seat to face Chris who was sitting in the backseat.

Chris chuckled, surprised by the question, since he prepared himself to be interrogated.

“Well, I guess I’d have to say Cookie Dough icecream is the best one out there.”

“Really? Well mine is Mint Chocolate Chip cuz it’s the best thing ever invented.” She smiled as she turned back to looking out the front window.

“What’s your favorite flavor Emin?” Chris asked, now curious.

“Well, you guess...”

“Umm Chocolate?”

“Nope”

“Vanilla?”

“Nu-uh”

“C’mon I give up, tell me” Chris found it easy to get along with these people and became comfortable in their presence very quickly.

Aleve turned around in her seat and faced Chris and indicated for him to come closer so she could tell him a secret.

“It’s cookie dough, too!” She whispered in his ear.

“Noooo!!” He smiled in surprise. “Really?”

Soon enough they were joking and laughing and Chris was having the best time in his life. He never felt so easy in such a long time that he’d forgotten what feeling good felt like. Then he remembered Jadon and how he was missing out on such an awesome experience and a sad smile appeared on his face. He still regretted that he didn’t leave that night.