Story Of A Girl

Ch 1

"Lake you know very well this attitude of yours needs to change!" my social worker, Julie, lectured me once again.

"I'm sorry," I replied bluntly, not really caring as sarcasm dripped from my words.

I stepped into the passenger seat of her car as she went on and on about the same things she always yells at me about.

As she pulled away from the police station and began driving back to the foster home, I pulled out my phone and began texting my friends ignoring her lecture.

'Hey I just got bailed out. Julie is pissed as usual though,' I typed into my phone hitting send into a group chat between me and my closest friends Chase and Shane.

'Man she needs to learn how to live a little!' Shane instantly texted back.

'Oh how that doesn't surprise me! So what did Mark and Sandy say?' Chase asked.

Mark and Sandy were my current foster parents. They housed me along with two younger foster kids, Melanie and Dylan. I've been living with them for the past year and they had told my social worker that they were determined to change me and make me a better person. They said I'd be a new loving and caring woman with respect after they got through to me. However as the stubborn person I am, their determination made me determined to not let that happen. Lets just say I've fought, vandalized, and trespassed way too many times in the past year.

I've always been a rebel or criminal if you want to get technical. But I mean I've only been to Juvey once, although my trips to the police station had definitely increased throughout the years.

Chase and Shane were just as spontaneous and adventurous as me but they didn't get caught as often. Maybe it was because they actually didn't want to get in trouble but live for the thrills.

I however looked for trouble. And finally by the 4th visit to the police station this year my foster parents had enough and given up on me.

"We tried to help and change her but she is just too much. We can't handle her anymore. We've discussed it and we've decided we need to give her back to the orphanage," were their exact words to my social worker this evening at the police station.

''Let's just say Mark and Sandy are no longer my foster parents anymore...' I typed back.

Just as I hit send my phone was being snatched away from me.

"Hey!" I snapped giving a murderous glare to my social worker who just glared back at me.

"Pay attention Lake! Stop being so rude for 2 minutes and hear me out!" she shouted. Reluctantly I crossed my arms over my chest and looked out the windshield of the car with a grimace on my face.

She took this as an initiative to continue, "Lake, your birthday is in 2 months! You are turning 18 for crying out loud! Don't you understand? You're going to be an adult! You can't go around doing things like this anymore or you'll get jail time! Also the Forster home will no longer be responsible for you. You'll be kicked out to find your own home and job and who knows if you end up going to college. Lake are you hearing me?!"

I nodded as I dropped my gaze to my lap as I processed it all. For once I actually listened to her speech and it hit home pretty hard. My get out of jail free cards were running out...figuratively and literally.

I looked out the window as she drove trough town. Families hung outside their homes seeming happy as they enjoyed the summer night. Parents sat on their porch as they watched their kids frolic in the yard chasing fireflies.

A pang of jealousy stung at my heart. I wished I had a real mom and dad who watched me like that. I wish I had a real brother or sister to chase fireflies with when we were younger.