"Catherine, what are you doing here??"
"Honey, i think its pretty obvious what I'm doing here. You know you have to leave."
"Jenny, who is that??" Austin asked, but i ignored him.
I just kept staring at Catherine.
"I'm sorry honey, i know you have a lot on your plate but this is how it works. You have to go now." She knew damn well she wasn't sorry, she didn't care.
"Jenny, what the fuck is she talking about?!?!"
I paused then whispered "Shes's my caseworker."
"Caseworker? For what?" he asked confused.
"Amber wasn't my aunt. She lived with me in the foster home i was in before i came here..."
"Wait, so you lied to me?!?!"
"I never lied about who she was to me, you came up with your own assumptions."
"But you let me believe them!!!!!!!"
"You never asked." He stormed off angrily, and i just let him go.
I turned back to Catherine. "Why. Are. You. Here?!?!?!"
"Your guardian is now...unable...to take care of you, meaning you have to go to a new home."
"Thats bullshit." I spat.
"But its also the rules."
"I can stay here with Austin."
"No, actually you cant. Dont start this Jenny, please just go pack your bags."
I wanted to start something.
I wanted to scream and cuss and refuse.
But i knew it would be useless. So i didnt.
I shoved past her and went up to my room.
I pulled out my bags and started packing, going as slow as i could, trying to savor my last few moments here.
From the corner of my eye i saw Austin and Jay appear at my door and stand there just watching me.
I refused to turn around. It would be to hard.
But having them there was no where near as hard as when Luke walked in when i was almost done packing.
"What are you doing Jenny?"
"Im..uhh...packing."
"Why?"
"I have to leave for a little bit."
I saw tears gather in his eyes. "I dont want you to go."
I sat down on the bed and picked him up to set him on my lap.
"I dont wanna go either bud. But hey, i promise ill be back, okay?"
He looked at me uncertainly.
"I pinkie promise." I said, holding out my pinkie.
He took my pinkie in his and i saw the ghost of a smile on his face.
"Hey! Lets make this a game!!" I said excitedly.
"Okay!!! Whats the game???"
"Were secret agents!! I have to go on a mission and you have to stay here to make sure it stays safe for when i come back. And ill keep sending you letters to tell you how the mission is going. Deal?"
"Deal!" He yelled happily.
"Thats my boy." I rolled him over on the bed and started tickling me.
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Foster Love
Romance"My name is Jenny Hawthorne, and for starters: My life sucks. I'm 15, and am in the 10th grade. I've lived in 10 foster homes and i just happen to be that child that gets all the sucky families." This is a story about 15yr old Jenny Hawthorne. She's...