The Change

Teddie

I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. I wanted to disappear. No, I wanted to live. I wanted someone to tell me it would be ok. Someone, anyone, to tell me those words. The principal looked at me, and patted my back, like he was distracted. "We're going to take you to your grandmother's house now, ok?"
I flinched. My grandmother's? No way, was I going to spend the rest of my life with her. She lived in the city in a little run down house, not that far away unfortunately. I was lead out of the school, and was seated in a pickup. The principal himself drove me to my grandma's, and dropped me off at her house. He didn't bother to help me in, because, well, he's just that kind of person. He sped away, and by my surprise, looked like he was driving drunk. And, he left me to be with my grandma. Alone. She'll probably make me sleep in the attic again. Oh, I wish I was home! Before I even knocked, the door flung open and my grandma's scowl welcomed me into the house. "Put your bags upstairs in your new room," she said rather unkindly. " don't be late for supper. After 1 week, you'll be going to foster care, so I don't have to bother with you." She went off into the kitchen. I silently rejoiced that I didn't have to live here my whole life! My heart sank. Foster care. I could easily end up with someone terrible. Tears filled my eyes and small sob escaped me. "No crying here, or no supper. " my grandma shoved me up the stairs into the attic, where a sleeping bag was rolled out. Great. She'd prepared nicely. I realised I had nothing except my backpack with me here. I had left everything else behind. I decided it was for the best. No matter how much I would yearn for my farm, I never will want to be reminded of it. Too many terrible memories.