The ugly green clock mocked me with every "tick" as I waited to meet the person that would be taking care of me. It's not like I was excited, just impatient. I was also eager to get out of the scratchy chair I was sitting in. I dramatically turned my head to look at the door where the social worker, Mrs. Anderson, was chatting with my new parent. Mrs. Anderson was most likely talking crap about me because I was nothing but rude to her ever since we met. I wasn't going to pretend to be nice after everything I had been through in the past month.
I sighed, which caused my long, black hair to move in front of my face. I analyzed it and noticed all the annoying split ends. I hadn't had a haircut in over a year. I refused to let Rachel cut it for me, and we didn't have enough money to get a professional haircut.
8:47am.
I tapped my foot angrily as I focused on the clock again. "Yeah, tick tick, you little bitch."
Suddenly, I heard the creaking of the door opening. Mrs. Anderson came out along with a woman who looked almost mystical. She had bright, purple hair, styled in a pixie haircut. She barely wore any makeup, except for some pink eye shadow. Her choice in clothing seemed like something from the 90s, and they were very extravagant compared to my gray hoodie, boring jeans, and torn up shoes.
"Hello there Sam, I'm Tori!" I hated how enthusiastic she was. I decided that I would push everyone away before I had a chance to get attached, so I made sure to act my worse.
"How about I call you bitch instead," I replied in a cold tone.
Mrs. Anderson just put her hands on her face in disappointment as Tori smirked. "You're spunky. I like it. Since we're giving each other nicknames, I guess I'll just call you that."
That definitely caught me off guard. "Spunky?"
She gave me a thumbs up and said, "Yep. Alright, it's time to go, Spunks."
The burgundy heels she was wearing clicked on the floor while she walked. The clicking alternated with the ticking of the clock. The clicking and ticking seemed to be moving faster and faster. I wanted to stay frozen in time. I didn't want to move an inch, because that would mean giving in to a new chapter of my life.
Mrs. Anderson sternly waved me on though, so I forced myself to follow Tori.
On the car ride to her house, she had a talk with me, which I didn't enjoy for a second. I chose to sit away from her in the backseat, and I stared at the floor of the car most of the way there. I refused to look out the window because I didn't want to familiarize myself with a new route to a house I wasn't going to stay at for long. I intended to be the most troubled problem child for Tori so she would have no choice but to throw me out.
"Hey, kiddo. We need to talk a bit. You don't have to say anything, just listen." She casually put her sunglasses on and continued to say, "Mrs. Anderson explained everything that you've been through. I know this adjustment is going to be rough but fighting it will only make it worse."
"I'm too stubborn to take any advice from you," I responded without hesitation.
She just chuckled. "And I'm too stubborn to accept that, kid."
What she said only made me concentrate harder on the floor. "Whatever."
"Anyway," she started to say, neglecting my bad attitude, "What do you like to eat? My six-year-old wants to cook you dinner, isn't that cute?"
My thoughts immediately trailed off to my little sister.
"Hey, Sam! Guess what? I'm going to make you waffles for dinner since it's your birthday! I know they're your favorite!"
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Abandon Me
Teen FictionSam's past is even more fucked up than she is. She's broken and trying to pick up the pieces of the life she once had, neglecting the love her new foster family has to offer. On top of that, she has to deal with her confusing feelings for a girl at...
