Life and love of hurricanes- sequel to Six drawings (gmw)

Discouraged

"She's a mess, Cory." Said Topanga, reading over the paper. Topanga had been granted access to her files, discovering her many homes in the recent months. "How are they going to tell her she needs medicine." Cory sat down, removing his mouth from the glass of water before placing it down.
"She's not going to take it, you know Maya."
"She won't take the medicine or being told that she needs it."
"Maybe she doesn't want people to want her only when she's calm because that means they don't really want her." Suggested Riley, sitting down at the table next to her father.
"No one wants the child they are caring for to scream and kick them." Said Topanga.
"She acts like she's the only kid in foster care." Mumbled Riley.
"Not exactly." Said Topang. "She seems genuinely sorry about this and it's actually more common then you would think for children to act this way. Put it this way. She knows what happened. She remembers it all, but she's beginning to come to terms that it happened and she's not part of a family."
"And your story makes you who you are, right? She's realizing that she is this." Said Cory.
"How do you know so much about what she's felling and thinking?" She asked.
"Research."
"She is not that, though."
"Because you're part of her story. You're bigger then all of that in her life."
"Then why don't you take care of her so that we don't get cut out of her life."
"We are." Said Topanga. "We have to try. It may be a risk but we have to try and help her."
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Maya had begun to settle into her life in the new home. New school, where she didn't speak much, new small group of friends. She couldn't go back unless this mother was done caring for her, but Maya didn't care if she had to stay. The ripped up paper cut her off. She ignored her life there when she could and began to make a new one. She'd lost so much though. Every laugh, cry, hug, fight, lesson fit exactly to her life, would have to be cut off with her mom's ex boyfriend, but that managed to deep through quite often. Luckily, kid's in her school never bothered her about lashing out, but had more sympathy. Not pity. Sure some thought she was strange but Maya was liking this school with not as much bullying.
Alexis was her best friend there. She was the best at calming her, but she wasn't always there to help. They became less frequent. Her favorite teacher let her stay after school to draw in her room almost everyday and enjoyed talking to her. Maya had never lashed out during ghat time because she never said anything to upset her, but once did during class but that was not because of the teacher.
She was sent to therapy, and threw the pills in the trash every time she was given it. One day in therapy, she was asked how she was feeling. Angry, upset?
"Discouraged."
"Well, don't be. Saying that was a huge step."
"Of many."