Chapter 1: Promises, like everything else, are made to be broken.

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"It's the climb."- Miley Cyrus

Chapter 1

I checked the clock for what must have been the fifth time since I sat down in class. Mr. Wilcox was going over test review and everybody, including Mr. Wilcox himself, looked as if they were wishing they could be literally anywhere else in the world. When the door opened and an office aide came in to pass Mr. Wilcox a note everyone looked so relieved it was almost comical.

"Allison Richards?" Mr. Wilcox asked after reading the note.

"That's me." I said raising my hand.

"You're needed to the front office, grab your things." I gathered my stuff into my school bag and hurried out the door. When I got to the office my social worker, Marilyn, was seated in one of the reception chairs along the wall, waiting for me.

"Oh good, Allison sweetie there's some things we need to discuss, do you have all of your stuff?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?" I asked as we headed out to the parking lot.

"Allison, I'm really sorry but the Johnson's are no longer your foster parents. Mrs. Johnson just found out she was pregnant, and they won't have the room for both you and the new baby."

Sure, that's the reason, that and the fact that Mrs. Johnson hates me.

"Right. Whatever." I said as we reached Marilyn's car.

"I went over when they called and packed up your stuff, so you won't have to worry about going back there."

"It's not like there was much to get, but thanks I guess. So where am I going now?" I asked sourly as she pulled out of the parking lot and onto the freeway. Marilyn grabbed a manila folder from the dashboard, "Your new family is in Randolph, about 20 miles from here. I've met the new family and if you give it a chance, you'll love it there. I promise."

I seriously doubt that. She's said this about a million times and every time I keep getting families who only want me for the check and when it gets to be too much of a problem to actually have to take care of me, they want me out. I wasn't expecting these new people to be any better. At least Marilyn found better families than my last social worker Regina. She used to set me up with drug addicts or alcoholics. Sometimes I would get homes where the foster father would try things with me or there would be some pervy teenage boy that would just act like I was there for him, to be his new blow up doll or something. The last place Regina sent me to, my foster father, Ross, use to be really cool and I thought he and his wife were the really nice, that was until his wife started working at night and Ross would try and grab at me all the time and hit me when I didn't comply. One night when I was sleeping he crept in my room and tried to rape me I started screaming and he broke my nose. I hit him on the side of his head with a lamp and ran to the old lady's house next door to call the police. That was the night made the rules. I would never trust anyone else ever again. I was on my own.

After Regina retired, Marilyn became my new social worker and I started getting better places to live. Most of the families I got still treated me like more of a thing instead of a person though, like a prop.

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After about 20 minutes on the road, Marilyn got off the highway, and we continued about 10 more miles through the middle of nowhere until we finally passed one of those disgustingly quaint old-fashioned signs with its paint peeling.

Welcome to Randolph. The Little Town with the Big Heart.

Kill me now.

I can already tell I'm gonna hate it here.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 22, 2020 ⏰

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