For Better or for Worse.

          Rodney Faber sat alone on a long, darkly stained wooden, bench, with thousands of scratches each one with their own story.  The social services offices was loud with many voices chattering, arguing and some were crying.
          A very tall woman walked out of the small office, containing stacks of papers and dust particles that had been collecting over a period of many years.  This woman was very familiar to Rodney; she was his social worker and was in charge of finding him a new home.  Her name was Gladys Turnpike; she was wearing the usual bright almost neon purple and black shirt, black dress pants, and a pair of bright white Nike sneakers.  Rodney and Gladys had become very regular in each other's lives.  Rodney had been passed from a foster home to an orphanage and back again.  Rodney had lost his parents in a horrific car accident four years ago, when Rodney was just two years old. so he doesn't really remember them. 
          Gladys had good news for Rodney today.
"Hey there, Rodney! How have you been?" she said with an ear to ear grin on her face.
"Hi, miss Gladys; I am okay." Rodney said as a tear ran down his cheek.
"Well I sure hope the news I have for you certainly cheers you up! I found a couple that wants to adopt you really badly.  They have a son that is just a few weeks older than you and they tell me that they have always wanted to have 'twin boys'" She said with so much excitement she began to tear up.
"Are you serious? Someone actually wants to adopt me?" he questioned.
"Absolutely! I have arranged for your foster parents to have you to be ready tomorrow morning, and I will come and pick you up!Their son's name is Brandon, and I think that you two will get along wonderfully." Gladys said.
"O.K." said Rodney his eyes gleaming with hope.
          The very next morning Rodney was picked up by Gladys and taken to the fair.  Rodney was very nervous, so nervous that he began doubting himself that they actually wanted to adopt him; but indeed he had nothing to worry about.  Their son was really nice and enjoyed many of the same things that Rodney does.  After several meetings with the Wilkerson family, over the course of about seven months, they all agreed that this would be the best for Rodney.  So, within a year, Rodney finally had a place that he belonged and yes it would be for the better. 

Showing, not telling

One day as I walked into the gym after school, I could feel the tension, and frustrations as soon as I stepped through the bright blue door.  All of the girls on the team were bickering about the littlest things you could hardly hear what they were saying, because they were all talking at the same time and seemed like it was as loud as they could!!! I just kept off to the side, not involving myself, with all of that DRAMA!!!!
"You need to lock your knees!" said on of the flyer's.
"Well you're fat!" Said the girl going to catch the flyer.
Finally the cioach showed up ten minutes by then I was tired of hearing what they had to say!!! She didn't even ask what the problem was she walked in with her high heels and hair all done, as if she had just walked out the salon! Instead of actually warming fro the game that was in about 2 hours, we had to have a "chat".  The coach only listened to the girls that were the returning girls, and basically snubbed the other girls.  She stuck her nose in the air and crossed her arms as if she were disappointed in us!