With Love, Silvia. [✔️]

Chapter two: A Whole New Life

After my mom's death, the police plucked me out of my house and took me to the station, I was convinced that I could take care of myself, but I wasn't a legal adult yet.

I sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair in front of the desk at the New York Police Dep. It was super busy there, police dragging in howling criminals. It had been 2 hours since I arrived and I was still waiting in that stupid chair watching all the criminals fight furiously against the police that were leading them. One of the most scared up, dirty, criminals spit right onto the white tip of my Converse shoes. I think he was aiming for the police officer; not me because he gave a sympathetic glance in my direction and went back to struggling with the officer.

I flipped open my phone. I still had a cruddy old flip phone which is like an ancient fossil these days. But I didn't care, as long as I could call and text people I would be fine. Plus I had my journal to pass time anyway. The small screen read that it was 2:34 pm. I flipped it shut and took my latest journal out of my tote bag. I dug around in the big front pocket of the bag and grabbed a pen. I flipped past a bunch of pages filled with notes, drawings, secrets, observations and a lot of other things. I found an empty page and began to write.

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November 16, 2015

This sucks. I'm stuck in this police station watching violent soon to be prisoners spitting everywhere. It's now been 2 hours and 15 minuets of sitting in this cheap old plastic chair. Everything seems like a life ending crisis these days. I miss Mom so much, sitting around in the police station reminds me of her.

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I shut my journal and tried to swallow the massive lump forming in my throat, blinking back tears I herd the lady at the front desk say,

"Silvia Track? Follow me please." She said standing up.

The lady was kind of on the plump side, but not fat by any means. She was wearing a light pink cardigan over a magenta polka-doted dress. It was a little dressy for a desk job at a police station, but I liked her optimism.

"Here we are. Sit here let me get Officer Renoylds." The lady said disappearing into the door that read, JOE RENOYLDS.

Great, more sitting. On the bright side, it was a welcoming blue couch. I sunk into it grateful for it's cushy material. I shut my eyes for the first time since yesterday. I was up all night crying in case you were wondering...

The desk lady reappeared with a very macho looking dude with a  killer mustache. He was probably on the far side of 40 or maybe early 50's, it was hard to tell because he was wearing his sunglasses even though we were inside.

"Silvia, this is officer Renoylds." The lady said.

"Please, call me Joe." He said smiling at me. He was chewing on a toothpick so his voice was strange when he said it.

"Hi." I said timidly.

"Let's get'cha inside so we can place you in a nice home." He said opening the door for me. The desk lady followed us in.

His office was big, it had a couch, a T.V and the biggest desk ever, and a big fluffy rug.

"Silvia, we have looked at your background and discovered that the most suitable people for your further care have passed away, and the only living one was declared missing during war. So that leads us to this. You must have to chose someone that is not a blood relative, but close to your family." Joe said as the desk lady shuffled through my family members' records.

I had a godmother, named Erica who was my mother's best friend. She had moved away years ago, but I didn't think that distance changed her godmother title.

"Erica Hanson is my godmother..." I said.

"Oh good, that's great. We will look her up and contact her soon. In the meantime, relax and do whatever you please. That couch over there is pretty comfy." Joe said.

"Um, thanks." I said heading over to the couch.

My mind was swimming with thoughts. This was so unreal,  I'd never dreamed that I would ever be in a situation where I would have to live with my so called godmother who I barely knew, I guess you could say that's when my whole new life began.