Some people expect cake or presents on their birthday. Nope. Not me. I can expect new foster parents. Along with a jet ride, new town, new house, new school, and new people.
The jet rides don't take long; they range from 15 to 45 minutes but no more. Jets speed at 2,500 km/h so I have to sit through the sonic boom which isn't the most comforting of sounds. The only good things about how fast the jets fly are first, the obvious: I get there fast. And second: I feel like my problems can't chase me if I'm faster than the speed of sound.
The town I was living in for my fourteenth year (technically it was my fifteenth year because when I turned fourteen I had lived for fourteen years and was starting my fifteenth. But for the sake of it, let's just call it my fourteenth year.) was Augusta, Georgia. I'm not supposed to know where I'm going until I actually get there but I have a few skills, one of them being I'm a master eavesdropper; so I'm aware that the jet is currently heading to Orlando, Florida. I'm actually a bit excited because everyone knows it's amusement park central! While eavesdropping I also found out that my new 'family' are Blues. I am not really bothered that much. I have had other Blue 'families' and it just means they're rich and that I am in store for lots of bratty neighbors.
People think I don't know anything about the society I live in but I do, and I don't like it. I don't like how Blues get all the power while Reds get crap. I get tossed from blue to red and back again and I can see that the fairness expressed by the leader is nonexistent. I look to the window of the jet, hoping the fake screen sky attached to every window would be gone, but not to my surprise, the impressive imitation of clouds are still staring back at me with fluffy perfection. I stare and stare at them until my eyes unfocus and I go dizzy. I resort to anxiously fidgeting for the last couple of minutes. I feel the smooth descent of the jet and wait for the screen sky to slide up and reveal my new home.
