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We were now on day five, without food. They had given us water but that was all we had received from the wicked witch. I'm not saying we didn't deserve punishment, Avery almost killed Derek. I'm just saying that maybe it shouldn't have been borderline torture.

Everyday I was getting skinnier, so was Avery. I had given Avery the last few cookies, to keep him going. As I lay on my bed, my stomach aching from emptiness, I thought about if I was going to die here. I didn't want to die here but we couldn't stay in a place that starved children for punishment.

"Alex, I'm so hungry" Avery whined, placing his hand on his stomach.

"Don't think about it, you'll make it worse" I informed him as my stomach growled in pain.

Then, out of the blue, our door opened.

"Since foster parents are coming today, we have to feed you" Derek grumbled as he rolled his eyes, throwing the two plates on the floor before walking out.

I smiled at Avery and pushed a plate over to him. We had finished our food within