I stared at Margaret, (aka. my carer, she's a sweet old lady but she can also be a real pain in my ass, she's also the only one I will open up to, hence why she was assigned to be my carer.) she isn't thinking straight! Yep, that's it, that's the only logical explanation for it.
"Honestly Serena I don't understand what the big fuss is about, you use to loved surfing and going to the beach with your fami... Sorry." Her eyes shot up to mine and I could already see the worried look she was giving, it was as if I was made of glass, if someone said anything that would cause my heart to twinge in the slightest bit of pain, I would shatter into millions of pieces.
My voice came out a soft whisper, "that is exactly why I don't want to surf or go to the beach, it will just stir up unwanted memories." I looked back to Margaret hoping to find sympathy but her face hardened and she gave me her infamous 'what I say is final' looks and I knew I was in for a world of hurt.
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"Okay I've put an umbrella up and your surfboard is just here, I'm going to go shop. I'll be back in three hours, call me if you need anything. Oh and if I find you still reading when I come back you are going to be in deep trouble..." Something, Something I'm not listening. I can't believe Marge is leaving me here of all places, in a bikini she forced me to wear, according to Marge it is important I soak up as much sun as I can before being sent back to prison... Wait did I say prison my bad, I meant my lame as home facility, since I have no one to look after me, and I'm not mentally stable to be put into the foster system.
Which I'm glad for that, rather be here then constantly moving from home to home, but at least I wouldn't be forced into talking about my feelings and how my day was, and if I took my stupid prescription drugs...
"Serena I'm going now."
"Okay bye Margaret."

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