Foxton's Fate

Chapter 1-Darien

"Strike three," Evelyn says, ''she's so close to me that I could smell her cheap perfume. "You know I've never been good at baseball." I joke which results in a sigh, "it's not baseball you need to be good at Darien." She tells me and I just shrug it off, trying to mute out the edge of warning in her voice. "Then hopefully it's not golf because I'm not any better at that either," I tell her sarcastically which just results in a sigh. "It's not sports, it's life." She tells me and I roll my eyes. "I'm a player at that too just ask any of the girls," I tell her, and she sighs. "Darien, I get how life can be hard. I do." She tells me and I roll my eyes since we both know she doesn't, and she never will. She's my social worker, that's all. Though at the same time she's the only person in my life, that's permanent.

"So, what's gonna happen?" I question and she just smiles, and I wonder if now the part is where she's going to add the good news. "Your uncle agreed to take you in." She tells me and I roll my eyes, great. Just what I needed, if he's anything like how my dad was, I can't wait to meet him. Not.

"What would happen if I said no?" I answer and she sighs. "Then it would have been your third offense and I don't think there'd be anyone else willing to take you." She tells me and I have to admit her words sting, like a slap across the face. I'm Darien, Darien Foxton. Whatever school I'm at I always manage to be the stereotypical bad boy everyone needs to complete their high school experience. Girls like me and guys think I'm cool. Except I don't think I'm cool, let alone like myself, instead I feel more like a waste of space and a burden compared to anything else.

"You sure he's gonna be a good fit?" I question and Evelyn shrugs. "I can't be sure of anything right now, can I?" She questions and I roll my eyes since I guess that's a fair enough point. "Except we looked into him beforehand, ran a background check and everything. We can't find any convicted felons or anything that is concerning." She tells me and I nod since I should have known she wasn't just going to send a mouse into a lion's den. Since she's the only adult in my life that seems actually to care about me.

"Fine," I tell her after a second and she just looks from her laptop back at me since I usually put up more of a fight than that. In my first foster home, she practically had to drag me too and she's been dragging me back and forth ever since. "You sure?" He questions and I just sigh, since part of me wonders if she wants me to put up a fight because I technically just got kicked out of my old school for doing that. "I mean I don't have any other options, right?" I question and she nods, so I shrug. "So, I'll do it," I tell her, and she smiles. "Good," she tells me, and I nod. "I think you're gonna like it, it will be good self-reflection and maybe you'll keep your grades up enough to get into college." She tells me and I roll my eyes since she always tells me this and it never works out, or at least it hasn't yet. With that I just heard she has all my stuff and the more foster homes I stay in, the more I know it's easier to travel light, but I just need to take a breath of fresh air. Since if I don't I feel like I'm going to suffocate.