Lumai's Mind

Chapter 10: Urban Attempt

Disclaimer! I don't actually know how gtgthis foster system stuff works but it's my world and it it works how I imagine it. Enjoy!
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As promised, the social worker came in the morning. So here I am, standing in my lounge room with a stuffed suitcase and bag beside me while I wait for the woman who pushed me out of her body to sign me away to strangers.

MnM –now standing for Mum Never Mum– her unloyal husband and Brian were talking lowly, as if I didn't already know what was happening. Brian was the social worker. He comes and takes kids with incapable or unwilling parents then gives them kids to strangers that apparently want intruders.

I stood there watching the long interaction and continuous paper signing with resent. A couple twists and twirls of the pen and poof! Another fake family because I accidentally broke through the first. I didn't want to stay here though, I think I wanted to stay in the past, even if it was fake.

Part of me was intrigued, however, at how long it would take until I shattered the illusion of my new fake family. No one is genuine, most of the choices we make are basically automated. I saw it on a documentary with zombie roaches that maybe two of our choices are actually a choice.

"Ok just sign here... And you sign here... Yup and both sign here." Instructed Brian whole he pointed and flicked through pages. The two adults scribbled away their parental title and rights shamelessly. I felt a burning rage bubble inside me at that. They would just abandon me like that, just because I wasn't perfectly behaved for a little while. I don't want to be here anyway, it's toxic.

I didn't stay to watch the bitter end and snuck to my previous room quickly, took one last look before rushing down stairs again. Just in time as well, Brian was putting all the papers in a small briefcase while the other two sat their like a weight had been taken off their shoulders.

"All right, any last good-byes? Now's the time." Said the social worker as he looked between us all then the door. None moved for a moment, they looked quite content with never seeing me again, I was less dismissive. I took confident steps toward them, spared one glance at the male and then returned my full attention to the woman who basically raises me singlehandedly.

I stopped and held out a down turned fist about a metre away. She made no move so I gently but swiftly took her hand and placed what was in my hand in hers. She glared and snatched her hand away, I didn't stop her. She looked down at the small object but no emotion crossed her face.

"It must be exhausting, having to fake for so long. Of Course, if any of it meant something to you, this would be familiar." I spoke calmly, I was bottling my emotions so I could get through this and hopefully guilt into self destruction.

She looked at the golf ball a moment longer and slowly raised her head up to meet my gaze. Her eyes were still beautiful green orbs but held a deep pool of resent, hate and disdain that had been festering for years.

"Yes, it was exhausting. We thought your happy upbringing would make it worth it, we thought you deserved parents we couldn't be. So we pretended. But the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. We've sacrificed enough, it's time you leave. Take your stupid ball with you." She ranted with the underlying tone of 'you ungrateful and disgusting bug'.

She tried to hand it back but I turned and walked away without a glance to them. I swung my bag over my shoulder and grabbed the handle of my suitcase and nodded to Brian, who was waiting patiently, signaling that I was ready to go. I followed him out the door to a red car. He opened the boot for me to put my things before walking to the drives side and I to the passengers.