Optical Illusion

part 3

So as I was saying, everyone had had a thing that set the apart from the rest, except for me, so naturally I just faded into the background. This was never really a problem for me, but my latest foster home care taker disagreed.
"Listen, Lenny, we need to talk," he said, barging into the room.
"It's Levi ," I corrected him.
Walter wasn't a neglectful guy or anything, I just hadn't done anything special enough for him to really remember my name.
"Oh, yes of course. Sorry. Anyway I was thinking the other day that you need to get passionate about something, get a hobby, find some kind of hidden talent"
"I don't know Walter..." I said trying to avoid the sudden attention I was getting.
"Well, it's too late to change your mind now," he told me.
"Wha-"
"I''ve already organized that you meet with someone that will help you get out a bit more"
"Walter, I already see Angie once a week"

Angie is a psychologist who's main job is offering services to local foster homes. I've been seeing her every week since I got here. It's great. I don't have any problems or anything (okay, maybe I have a few) but it's just nice to talk to someone about things that are going on. She's still quite young so she gets what it's like to be going through school, and I've grown accustomed and comfortable to seeing her every week.
"Well that's the thing kiddo..." he said, taking a deep breath.
"You see, Angie has been offered a major job in New York and won't be able to work with you anymore"
And the, he ggives me the look. The stupid doe eyed look, full of sympathy. I've had mh fair share of the look. I've been receiving every time parents evening comes around, or some kid wants to come around to your house, and you have to let them know that the house you live in, isn't yours or the care taker of the foster home will have to meet with your teacher instead. But this time it was the last straw.

I couldn't ho, d it in any longer. Rage took me by surprise and took control, and I didn't know what to do. My face started getting all hot, my breath came faster, my hands started shaking and before I knew it I had pushed past Walter, flown down the stairs, stormed through the door and was at the corner of the street. My mind started to clear and started working almost as fast as my legs were. I was embarrassed and ashamed of what I'd done, but I couldn't go back, not now. I had never had an outburst like that. What if I got back and had another lunatic rampage.
What would Walter think of me? What if he thinks I've got even more issues now? He would probably have me admitted, or even arrested. I'd heard of kids going to juvy, and never coming out the same again. I couldn't go to jail, it would go on my permanent record, and then I wouldn't get into a good college or het a job. What if Walter told the other kids what happened. They would think I'm a lunatic. They would never look at me the same again.
Okay so I was being a tad dramatic, but Walter could have definitely told the other kids.
I was yanked back to reality by a sudden pang of hunger. It had gotten dark compared to when I had left. I couldn't recognise where I was. I scanned the street seeing only block after block of apartments, all completely dark and still. It was strange being this late and nobody being home. That's when the panic set in. It was going to be dark soon, and I had no idea how I was going to get back.
I was standing on the right hand life of the road so it was likely I had turned right coming down to the T-junction. I started to make my way back, turning left into the road I had come from, when a walked into someone as they turned the corner.