The Definition Of Fitting In

The Definition Of Fitting In- Prologue

The Definition Of Fitting In:

Prologue

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I stepped out of my social worker's car, and into the blistering cold evening. I charged ahead, making my way up the path leading towards their front door. I heard the furious clicking of Sharon's heels, close behind me. I finally faced two mahogany, double doors. I quickly rang the doorbell. A few moments later I faced a man around his fourties, "Hello, I presume that you are miss Bailey?" I nodded, not exactly sure how to answer him. I then brushed past him and into the house. No need for polite introductions, I wouldn't be here for long anway.

I rounded my way into a room, that seemed to be the living room. I plopped myself onto a couch and landed with a 'thud'. "So where's the fam?" I asked, not necessarily interested. The man hesitated to answer, "They aren't back from their vacation. They are just exiting the plane." I didn't bother to ask how he knew they just exited the plane. Sharon then entered the room, carrying the suitcases I had purposely "forgotten" in the car. "Sharon so nice you could join us." I exclaimed enthusiastically, earning a glare from my generous social worker. 

She then faced the man and threw him a card, "Call me if she causes any trouble. I shall be on my way now." She huffed and violently stomped out of the room. "Attractive," I muttered under my breath. But it was something you would expect from Sharon. She had seen enough of me over the past six years, I would expect for her to be sick of me by now.  

I met Sharon when I was around the age of ten, I was weak back then. I had family problems so every week or so, she would visit my house and talk with me. She'd ask me questions about my brutal parents. She would even help me with homework. She tried everything to become closer to me. I began to think of her as a friend and soon after that, opened up to her. I told her about all the crimes I comitted, the parties I went to, and about my older friends.

Soon after that Sharon took me to a therapist, but that helped nothing. I would throw tantrums at him, because he asked to many questions. I didn't need anyone asking me more questions than I was already obligated to answer. Sharon spent years trying to help me, six years to be exact.

And six years led to a couple months ago.. I was found at a raging party that held alchohol, and even illegal drugs. It was a college party, so of course I wasn't even supposed to be there. So I was brought to jail overnight until somebody could pick me up.. That person was Sharon.. My parents were too busy to pick their own daughter up from jail!

Soon after that I was brought to court, so they could discuss what would be done with a "helpless soul" like me. And that is where the Wilsons came in. The Wilsons, a legitimate middle class family, were to take me in for a while until the court couldfind a better place for me to stay. The Wilsons supposedly had "perfect" children, that were to "influence me to be a better child". I rolled my eyes when I was told this, it was a crap. No teenager was perfect, at least not when their parents were around.

But for me, my parents were never around. So I basically could do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted to. And so sprouted, wild child. Which was what the court preffered to call me, not Miss Kennan, not Bailey, but "wild child". I couldn't say it bothered me though. I was a bit flattered to have a bunch of adults call me by a nickname.

I  remember the speech the judge had given me before I left the court:

"Remember Bailey, this is your last chance before i'll be forced to send you to Juvy. I've known you for a while and your a good kid, so do me a favor, act like a good kid. I want you do something I know you can do, I want you to fit in with this family. For you and for me,  when you act bad you aren't hurting anybody else but you. So do yourself a favor, fit in."

Fit in.. Those words invaded my mind for months, I had no idea how to fit in. I only knew how to be myself, I was just pure different.

And now, here I was sitting comfortabley in this familie's living room.. Waiting.. I was waiting for two things exactly,1. To be granted with some human intraction. and 2. To see what I would need to fit in with. I just wanted to see how imposssible it would be for me. How I would need to reshape myself.

I needed to know the definition of fitting in..