"Lucid? Hi, I'm Amanda Wilson. I'm from Child Protective Services. I'm gonna get you all set up, just have to ask a few questions, then you're coming with me." A lady says standing in the doorway. Short, brown hair, moderately attractive, young looking, blue eyes. She seems nice, but if anything, CPS people are a fucking nightmare. From, what I've been told.
"Like, I'm leaving with you?"
"I know, it seems scary. I'm really sorry about what happened."
Oh yeah, about my family being fucking dead but for some reason I lived. Yeah
"Oh."
"Alright. So your full name is Lucid Paradise?"
"Yeah."
"That's such a cool name. Your last name is really Paradise?"
"Haha, yeah.." I said really uncomfortably. Can we just get on with the questions, please?
"Alright. So you are 15?"
"Yes."
"Sexually active?"
"What? No?"
"Sorry, some of these questions are ridiculous but I have to ask."
"Oh."
"So there's no possibility of an STD, or pregnancy?"
"No."
"Good. Do you use any recreational drugs?"
"No."
"Have you ever tried any?"
"I tried weed once, but I didn't like it."
"Good. That stuff isn't anything but trouble. Do you drink alcohol?"
"No."
"Abuse any prescription meds?"
"No."
"Alright. And you have no other family that we can reach out to?"
"No."
"Alright. I'm gonna leave, and I'll be back soon. We're gonna get you to a good home, Lucid."
"I hope so."
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Escape
Action"I really have to get out of here. let me go home." "Oh, Lucid, hunny.. this is your home now. I'm sorry."
