Reckless -Niall Horan FanFic

Chapter 4

I woke up the next morning to a plate of cafeteria food, and the same four pills that I had taken the previous night. Both rested on my bedside table.

“I hope you like eggs,” A tall brunette lady sat in a chair next my bed. She held a clipboard in her hands, she wasn’t wearing the hospital scrubs.

“W-Who are you?” I wondered while reaching for my plate of food.

“My name is Stacy Thomas, I’m from child protective services. I’m sorry to tell you, but the home you’re currently living in is not suitable. You’re also 17, so you’re considered a minor. I will be placing you in a foster home until you’re 18.” (I think you can be released from foster care by 16, but for the sake of the story it’s now 18 haha) The women stared at me while I gobbled up my breakfast.

“Where will I be staying?” I asked.

“You will be staying with Tom and Tracy Simpson and their two children in the suburb of Docklands,” She stated, “A nurse will come and discharge you in about an hour, until then I suggest finishing your breakfast and preparing your things.”

I did as she told, and soon enough an hour passed and a nurse, followed by a doctor, turned the corner into my room. They made me sign some papers, and then a short, red haired women peeked her head into my room.

“Hi I’m Tracy, I was told I needed to sign some forms?” The doctor welcomed her in and handed her the forms as well as a two prescriptions for my injuries. He explained to her my condition and she nodded her head after every word the doctor said.

“Okay doctor, thank you for your help,” She thanked the man dressed in dark blue scrubs. She gave me a slight smile and nodded her head towards the door.

I followed the women to the waiting room. A tall man with black hair, stood up out of his seat. Two young girls stayed seated next to him.

“Hi, you must be Alexa,” he assumed, “My name’s Tom and this is Roni and Ashley,” He said, pointing at the two girls that hesitated to move.

Tracy gave Tom the prescriptions and she lead me and the two girls out the door to the car. Roni looked older, about 14 or 15, while Ashley was still young, looking about 7 or 8. They both had brown hair and bright blue eyes.

“Hi new sister!” shouted Ashley.

“Oh, umm hi,” I gave an awkward smile followed by an awkward hand wave.

“Do you like to play games?” Ashley seemed quite outgoing for her age. “Cause I love to play games!” she hollered.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Ashley went ballistic as she ran towards the car. I looked to my left and saw Roni buried in her phone. She was one of those teenagers.

The four of us piled into the black minivan. I sat in the middle, being squished by a psychotic seven year old and a lifeless teenager who can’t escape her phone. This couldn’t get any better, I thought sarcastically to myself. I heard the drivers side door swing open, Tom turned on the car, and we made our way to my new “home”.