Disallowed ⇔ Matty Healy

Chapter 3

~Matty~

"Adopted?" I almost shout out in surprise.

"Well don't look so shocked, Matthew" Miss Watson smiles across at me. 

"Well, shit" i slouch down in the chair, opposite her. Her face instantly dropping from my foul language. But she tries to recover quickly. 

"Yep. It's a miracle" she giggles. Amusing herself. Fucking damn right it is. Teenagers don't ever get adopted. Not sixteen year old teenagers anyway. I just gathered I'd be getting fostered again. And then again. And, possibly again. Until I'm at the legal age to do my own thing and live my own life.

She hands over a file to me, "The Jones family" she tells me as i look down at the picture on the front page. "They've been considering it for a few months now. And have finally decided they would like you to join their family. They're excited to finally meet you" 

 I feel her watching me for a while as i take in the picture. The man in a suit, looking all business like. A woman, clinging onto his arm, with possibly the whitest teeth I've ever clapped eyes on. Then two kids at the front. A young boy and a girl who looks around my age.

"They look like snobs" i voice my thoughts before tossing the file back onto her desk.

She shakes her head at me disapprovingly. "Don't be so rude Matthew" she sighs before going back to her writing. "And the file's for you" she glances back up at me. Now not happy with my attitude.

"I don't want it" i laugh. I don't want any of this shit to happen.

I pop my gum loudly. Stretching out in the chair with a loud groan, basically being a dick and trying to annoy her on purpose now.

I don't even want any of this. Why the fuck can't i just stay on my own. I've got two years until I'm at the legal age. That's not that long. They could just turn a blind eye to me, and i wouldn't breathe a word.

But then again, thinking on, two years with a new family... Now that seems like fucking forever.

"So when am i going?" i ask sulkily. Knowing i don't have a damn choice. I've gotta go along with this whether i like it or not. And i hate it already.

I sit wondering what smack head or alcoholic will be picking me up this time. That picture isn't fooling me. They all always look like the perfect little family. Yeah, till you get behind closed doors.

"It won't be the same this time" Miss Watson brings her attention away from her work to speak to me like she's just heard my thoughts. "Adoption is so much different to foster care" she throws me the fakest smile, ever.

"Whatever" i shrug. "Can i go now?" i stand, not waiting around.

"You can leave the room. But i need you to hang around until i know what's what. They could be coming to collect you today at some point" she tells me, already grabbing for the phone.

"Great. Can't wait" i scoff sarcastic and bitterly. And head out.

I pull my cigarettes out, wasting no time in sparking one up. The entrance is right next to her office. I see the blinds at her window twitching, then she shows her face. Giving me an annoyed look. But then she vanishes again.

This whole thing is bullshit.

Two years is going to drag.

Jones family. Jesus. If that doesn't scream bible bashes... I don't know what does.

I can just see it now, them trying to lay all the rules down for me. They've got another thing coming if they think I'm going to be this shy, innocent, poorly done to guy that will listen and do as he's told... they've no chance!

Man, I'm going to make this family's life hell this time. Before they even have a chance to try it with mine.

Miss Watson bangs her knuckles on her window to get my attention. I roll my eyes before turning around to give her my attention. "What?" i mouth.

She gestures with her hand for me to come back inside. I don't rush. I finish off my cig before flicking it onto the grass and going back in.

I don't bother knocking on her door, i let myself straight in.

She holds a finger up to me as she finishes up on the phone "That's fabulous. Thanks so much. Yes, we'll see you soon" she smiles then cuts the call.

"Well-" she begins. "It's great news" he flutters her eyes lashes at me. "They're coming to get you today" she studies me for a few short seconds. As i stare at the carpet. "How you feeling?"

I stand again, making my way over to the window "Ecstatic." i voice with zilch excitement. "Look" i point to my scowling face to show her just how much... little, even.