The Clarkes dropped me off at the funeral so I could meet Ezekiel there and pay my sister's respects, then we drove back to the HSF foster home, where I roomed with Felix again. The funeral was pretty simple, the HSF can't really pay for extraordinary funerals for every kid. We stood by the hole where her coffin was in the ground at the cemetery for a long time. I tried not to cry, with limited success. I broke down in the car on the way back to the group home, though. Cried my guts out. The next morning, Blake Langly came to pick me up in his shiny black BMW Z4 Roadster (look them up, they're really nice) and took me back to his charming farmhouse on the countryside where he lives with his daughter Jenn, who's about my age, I think a few months younger, or something. Her mom had recently died, so Blake wanted to get a sibling for her to keep her company. I was the only one available that matched his preferences, so I was up to bat.
The inside of their house is really nice. Have any of you seen Marley and Me? Their house looks literally exactly like that one with a few exceptions. Like there's scrub oak out back instead of a forest. They've got, like, a hundred acres. Blake's a surgeon, or something, so they are rich.
Blake has short spiked up blonde hair and peircing gray eyes. He's really white, too. Jenn has brown hair and beautiful, intense green eyes. She has really cool Converse, too. And she refuses to call me Shep because she likes my name so much. So I guess I'm Seth from now on here.
So for now I need to focus on settling down and finding my bearings. Good thing it's summertime.
~Shep
