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Blog #1 - Iron Man

The day started with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Two actually. Caris hated peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but he didn't want to tell his foster mother that. He watched as she spread the brown mush across the bread and covered it with the other slice covered in slimy strawberry jelly. He had run out of time for a real breakfast so she made one for him to eat now and one for lunch.

He grabbed his Spiderman lunch box and slipped it into his Spiderman backpack. He waved good-bye to Ms. Christie and ran out the door to catch the school bus. He took the stairs because the elevator made scary noises. When he got to the lobby, he waved to Ms. Coco and Mr. Georgie. He could tell they were upset but he wasn’t sure why. Then he saw the bus pulling away from the stop. They must have felt bad that he had missed it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just walk!” Caris said.
But they must not have heard him because they just kept talking. He stepped out of the apartment building and into the rain. He opened his umbrella and Spiderman’s face popped out at him. He had never told Ms. Christie he didn’t really like Spiderman either. He was more of an Iron Man guy. He did like how his Spiderman shoes lit up as he half skipped half walked across the thin puddles of water covering the sidewalk.

As he walked, he remembered that he had a Boy Scout meeting that night. Boy Scouts was the only constant in his life. As he moved from foster home to foster home, he always made sure he would still be able to be in Boy Scouts. He was almost ready to become a Tiger Scout. Even though he liked hearing about popcorn sales and camping trips, his favorite was when Mr. Evans would come in and talk about when he was a Boy Scout. He would bring in his old uniform which was old and wrinkly (kind of like his face) and was covered in badges of all colors and symbols from knot-tying to painting. He told stories about earning his Wilderness Survival badge by backpacking in the woods alone for a week and using his Railroading skills to help repair the old train tracks that ran through town. Mr. Evans was the Iron Man of Pointe Place. Caris hoped he would be there tonight.

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