Leona, my social worker, had come for me. I had spent these last few months convincing my sister and myself that we'd be together forever, nothing could split us apart. I lied. I guess I was taking my time for granted as I messed around each day. Maybe I should have been a better daughter and helped out my family more, but it was too late. It's always too late for me.
"Get up," Leona snapped at me, I flinched and looked up with terrified eyes. I felt Joyce lift me onto my feet. Silent tears slipped down my cheeks as I stared at everyone with shock. Leona proceeded to shove a box of tissues into my hands and pushed me outside. I stumbled along to her car, trying to stay mature. Everything is a blur. I can't focus, what is wrong with me? As I wait for her to buckle up i glance at the box of tissues. In one swift movement I grabbed the cardboard box and threw it at the windshield.
"Take me home," I managed to spit out between hiccups. She gripped the steering wheel and glared at me in the rear view mirror. I watched my school get further away as she pulled out of the parking lot. I couldn't even look at her without wanting to kill someone.
"I hate you," I screamed at her, thrusting my legs and arms around the car. I kept repeating myself until i got tired. This is the first time I've ever talked back and had a tantrum in public. I was extremely scared, I had no idea what would happen to me.
We drove in silence for the rest of the way, except for the occasional sound of a sob or hiccup.
"Grow up, were almost there. Do you really want them to have the impression of you crying stuck in their heads?" Leona sighed and pulled into their drive way. "Smile and walk in as if everything is fine, got it?" she added on. I nodded and wiped eyes.
All I had to do is look fine, right? This would be easy, maybe I could see my family sooner than I expected. Taking a deep breath I followed Leona up to the doorstep where she was already knocking. A middle aged lady answered the door with a bright smile and warm welcome while drying her hands on her apron.
"Come inside, there's plenty of room to relax," She led us inside then shut the door behind her, "Hi, I'm Debra. You must be Alice and Leona, Alice if you would like to meet Heather and Andrea their in the room down the hall, I need to talk to Leona alone for a few minutes," I sat down where I was standing and looked up at her. Debra gave me a quick glance before walking into a different room with Leona. I looked around, it seemed homey. White walls, fancy furniture, a really nice television, but it was pretty small, 900 square feet at the most.
I knew I'd never fit in here, friends just weren't my thing. Other kids have always gotten on my nerves since I was in preschool. Daycare was the worst though, a couple kids used to always hit me but Karen, our caretaker, always called me a liar when i told my mom and told me I was fine.
They walked out a few minutes later but it felt like hours. They both walked towards the door and Debra gave Leona a quick goodbye before shutting the door.
"Well let me show you your room, you'll be sharing with Heather," Debra walked down the hall into a small room where two girls were playing cards. They looked way older than me which probably meant I would be the loser of the household. There was a bunkbed and a dresser, the most basic room I've ever seen.
"Lunch is up soon, be ready," Debra left with those final words. Yep, I was alone with Andrea and Heather now. I sat where I was standing again. I could already tell this was going to be hell. My birthday is in a month and I'll have to celebrate with these freaks? No way.
"Hi I'm Andrea, I'm fifteen. I'm adopted so I'll be here the entire time. Whats your name?" I felt awkward as Andrea made direct eye contact with me. She had long reddish-brown hair and green eyes. She look casual and very easy going but I didn't trust her. The other girl must be Heather, she wore thick eyeliner and had teased hair. She was actually kinda pretty and looked fun, she was the person I wanted to be like when I got older.
"My name is Alice," I smiled at them, already wanting to rip off their glorious heads. I couldn't tell if it was because I felt extremely awkward or if it was because I was so angry at life right now, either way I knew I needed to watch myself. Heather though, she was studying me.
"It's time for lunch," Debra shouted from the kitchen. We all walked out along with 3 other boys and a girl in her mid twenties. Who knew so many people could just appear out of no where in such a small home. Debra pulled me and Heather aside in the living room.
"Alice, Heather has diabetes. So i was thinking she could do your injections and all that good stuff," Debra handed Heather some medical supplies as she mumbled an alright. Heather and I walked into the living room and she started to draw up insulin into a syringe. I flinched when I saw her do that. I haven't had insulin in months, let alone test my bloodsugar more than once a day.
"Just relax and you won't feel it," Heather took a deep breath and grabbed my arm. She seemed very annoyed with me. A couple seconds went by and i wondered if she was ever going to get this over with. I looked over to see her put the cap back on and draw up insulin for herself.
"That's it?" I didn't feel a thing, weird. Maybe this might not be as bad as I'm expecting. That is until i remembered I still hadn't met everyone yet.
Shit.
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Well thats the second chapter. If you guys ever see a spelling error or have a plot idea I'd be happy to listen to your advice. mmm chicken nuggets.
