DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
After a slightly huge dilemma back at the home that young Jackson Rogers would be arriving from, he finally was convinced to head out to his newest home with the family that was eagerly awaiting him, so he'd been told. He'd been put in a pre-paid taxi but was still in a state while they drove off towards his newest home. There was quite a journey ahead, but he was no happier to be taking it. Despite whatever the cab driver said to him he'd stay lied down across the back seats with his face buried in his lightly-packed backpack. Inside the backpack there wasn't really much that would mean anything to anyone else - a teddy bear that he'd had for around four years now, a book, some spare clothes in case he was going to need them, and of course a few snacks for when he got hungry on the journey.
As the journey proceeds he becomes more and more emotional and panicked about what events were going to be taking place over the course of the day. He had no mother or father or older sibling to cry for just yet, so he kept his helpless mindset while he began to quietly sob, his cries mostly muffled by his backpack. The radio in the car was only on a quiet volume, so of course the overly-intrusive cab driver noticed his emotions and glanced in his rear-view mirror, muttering a question to him.
"You alright, kid?" He asks. Jackson gives no response; he reaches up and clutches the side of his backpack with one hand while he uses his free hand to fumble around with it and eventually unzip it. He struggles but manages to pull out his teddy bear from within it - within a few more seconds he would have it in a tight hug. The taxi driver sighs as he taps his fingers on the driver's wheel and refocuses his eyes to the road. "The drive's gonna' be quite a while... let me know if you need to stop or anythin' like that." The taxi driver adds before giving an awkward cough. Jackson stayed there in silence while the journey continued.
After another long and slow hour on the road Jackson would have finally arrived at his new home. He stared upon it in slight amazement. From what he was looking at it was certainly better than any other family home that he'd been in so far. Maybe it wasn't going to be so bad after all? For the final part of the journey, which was about twenty minutes, he'd have sat up as he'd ran out of all his energy to continue crying. He inspected some of the passing scenery after packing the teddy bear and anything that had fallen out back into his backpack (He also took the liberty of enjoying one of the snacks he had packed as well) and generally become more relaxed and optimistic about going to his new home. The nerves still overwhelmed him, but his emotions had diminished by now. When they finally arrived was when his stomach fully turned in anxiousness - he was aware that he was going to be living with other foster children as well as his foster parent's own, and that didn't help him feel any more relaxed. His natural choice was to just go with the flow and see how it all played out for him.
Upon exiting the cab the driver wished him good luck, to which he thanked him and then wandered up the pathway that lead to the porch and front door - half way up he looked over his shoulder to the taxi, but by then it was too late to change his mind about anything anyway. It was gone. He was going into a new place and maybe even a new life; he had no high hopes, but the house 'looked cool' in his simple mind so that was a big confidence-booster for him. He slowly approached the front door and then stood on the tips of his toes and rang the doorbell, gulping while he awaited patiently for someone to come and open it up - he gripped the straps of his backpack and tapped his foot on the ground while the anxiety swept over him as the tension of the waiting game gradually grew larger.
As the journey proceeds he becomes more and more emotional and panicked about what events were going to be taking place over the course of the day. He had no mother or father or older sibling to cry for just yet, so he kept his helpless mindset while he began to quietly sob, his cries mostly muffled by his backpack. The radio in the car was only on a quiet volume, so of course the overly-intrusive cab driver noticed his emotions and glanced in his rear-view mirror, muttering a question to him.
"You alright, kid?" He asks. Jackson gives no response; he reaches up and clutches the side of his backpack with one hand while he uses his free hand to fumble around with it and eventually unzip it. He struggles but manages to pull out his teddy bear from within it - within a few more seconds he would have it in a tight hug. The taxi driver sighs as he taps his fingers on the driver's wheel and refocuses his eyes to the road. "The drive's gonna' be quite a while... let me know if you need to stop or anythin' like that." The taxi driver adds before giving an awkward cough. Jackson stayed there in silence while the journey continued.
After another long and slow hour on the road Jackson would have finally arrived at his new home. He stared upon it in slight amazement. From what he was looking at it was certainly better than any other family home that he'd been in so far. Maybe it wasn't going to be so bad after all? For the final part of the journey, which was about twenty minutes, he'd have sat up as he'd ran out of all his energy to continue crying. He inspected some of the passing scenery after packing the teddy bear and anything that had fallen out back into his backpack (He also took the liberty of enjoying one of the snacks he had packed as well) and generally become more relaxed and optimistic about going to his new home. The nerves still overwhelmed him, but his emotions had diminished by now. When they finally arrived was when his stomach fully turned in anxiousness - he was aware that he was going to be living with other foster children as well as his foster parent's own, and that didn't help him feel any more relaxed. His natural choice was to just go with the flow and see how it all played out for him.
Upon exiting the cab the driver wished him good luck, to which he thanked him and then wandered up the pathway that lead to the porch and front door - half way up he looked over his shoulder to the taxi, but by then it was too late to change his mind about anything anyway. It was gone. He was going into a new place and maybe even a new life; he had no high hopes, but the house 'looked cool' in his simple mind so that was a big confidence-booster for him. He slowly approached the front door and then stood on the tips of his toes and rang the doorbell, gulping while he awaited patiently for someone to come and open it up - he gripped the straps of his backpack and tapped his foot on the ground while the anxiety swept over him as the tension of the waiting game gradually grew larger.
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