Delmira Madden is a teenage girl that has never been outside of Ireland until she's being moved again. To America.
Another house.
Another school.
Another set of people to lie to.
She's great with change but she did not expect this...
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If I don't get out of this car soon I will go on a fucking killing spree. It's suffocating to be trapped in some vehicle for this long. The bus from Mallow to Cork airport was about an hour and the flight to New York was nearly 11 hours and now the car ride into Brooklyn. The only thing keeping me semi-sane is my music and my phone's almost dead. Fantastic.
The last week has been personal hell. Currently, my social worker, Jessie, is driving me to my father's house. I was in a group home while they searched for relatives or foster parents and surprisingly, he was actually pretty hard to track down.
I hope he's changed. They weren't gonna deem him an adequate parent for leaving me but they decided that it may be a better option than the majority of alternatives.
I didn't have much of a say about any of this.
"Delmira, honey? We're almost there."
"Can we stop in a shop for a minute, please?"
She pulls up to a petrol station. Or a gas station, I think is what Americans call it.
I am fucking starving, in an 'if I don't get food, I'm gonna die' sort of way so I grab crisps and get a wrap at the deli. New York has so many vegetarian options, it's kind of insane.
I pay for everything and Jessie gets whatever she wanted so we head back out, I dump my shit in the car and go over to the wall, go down into a backbend and then turn it into a handstand.
When I get up my back feels so much better. And now there's some randomer staring at me.
I give a small wave to the girl and she does the same. She's gorgeous, holy hell. Kind of a dirty blonde but with a pink hue and she's wearing a 'Washington High' jumper. Maybe I'll see her around the school.
I go back to the car and Jessie starts driving again.
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After a bit, we're outside David's apartment building. The foster system really hasn't changed its standards.
We buzz apartment 12 and wait.
He's sure taking his damn time.
Once we're able to go up we do and knock.
He looks the exact same just a little older. My best guess is that he hasn't changed and doesn't plan on it.
"Mr. Hanlon?" Jessie asks.
"Yeah?" He replies.
"I'm Jessie Remmington, your daughter's social worker."
"Oh. Come in," he rushes, waving his hand to the other side of the door.
I enter first and take a quick look around. It's pretty small; from here I can see the kitchen, sitting room, and 2 doors.
"Elli, you look so grown up," he exclaimed in, what I'm assuming is pretend, awe.
