Life sucks. I know everyone says that, but for me it's very true. It all started when I was 7.
My mom had died during birth and my father was a druggie. He was pretty good at hiding it, like he'd get clean for a few days when his job would do drug tests but as soon as he got home he'd be doing coke on the coffee table.
I always wondered what the white powdery residue on the table was but he'd always say it was sugar so I ignored it. I was very young and naive.
When I was 7, my father was arrested and I was put into foster care. At the time, I was nervous and excited. Nervous because I was very quiet and antisocial but excited because I'd finally have siblings.
I was extra excited when my case worker dropped me off at a beautiful two story white house with red shudders and a beautiful green lawn. A smile worked its way to my face as I observed the front yard. There was a freshly painted swing on the porch and a huge oak tree by the fence.
"You like?" The case worker, I actually don't know her name because I never cared to learn it, asked as she smiled. I soon learned that was fake. As was this perfect life I thought I was going to be living.
"I love it. It's beautiful!" I exclaimed still staring at the beautiful scene in front of me. Being that I had one parent and he couldn't hold a job, I'd always lived in a poor neighbourhood. Most of the homes were small but this one was huge. Everything looked fresh and ready and I felt like I could actually enjoy growing up here.
A lady with black and blonde hair rushed out to great us. She was wearing a pink apron with flour on it and underneath was a nice shirt and skirt along with some Jimmy Choo sandals.
"Sorry I didn't come greet you when you got here. I was trying to finish up the lemon meringue pie before you all arrived," the woman said smiling. I perked up even more. I loved lemon meringue pie with all my heart. The only memory I had of my grandparents was that my grandma made bomb lemon meringue pie. That was before my father made us move away.
I'm pretty sure they've passed by now but I'm not sure.
"Hi. I'm Jordyn York," I spoke quietly. She smiled widely at me.
"Hi Jordyn! I'm Margaret McGuire! It's so nice to meet you!" She beamed. I gave her a small smile.
"Nice to me you too ma'am."
"Oh please don't call me ma'am. Makes me sound old. Call me Maggie!"
I nodded and my case worker suggested we head inside. I didn't really notice the heat beating down on us. Although, apparently I didn't notice a lot of things when I was standing in that front yard.
The inside of the house was just as beautiful. It had a cozy feel to it and the smells of lemon flavouring was floating through the air. I inhaled deeply to enjoy the scent.
Maggie led us down a hallway into a kitchen.
"Have a seat," she said pointing towards two chairs by the counter. I climbed into my chair.
"Where are the other kids?" I asked looking around.
"Oh they're at the mall. Well some are. I have five. Three of them went to the mall. Two are still asleep," Maggie answered as she pulled the pie out of the oven. She placed it into the refrigerator to let it cool.
"Well, I should get going. I just need you to sign a few papers and then Jordyn is yours!" Case worker lady said as she continued to smile. I was concerned because smiling that much must hurt.
Maggie signed the papers and the case worker was on her way. As soon as she reached her car, Maggie shut the door and yelled up the stairs.
Five children slumped down the stairs looking tired and in pain.
I thought they were at the mall.
"This is Jordyn. She's one of you. Juliette, she's going to be your roommate. Take her there. I don't wanna see y'all no more today. Got it?" Maggie snapped, her whole personality making a 180 spin.
The girl named Juliette looked around my age. Maybe a little younger.
She led me upstairs, the other four children following. We turned down a long hallway into a bedroom. There was a bunk bed on one side of the room. The other side had a large bookcase filled with thick novels.
"You can take the top bunk. I'm afraid of heights," Juliette whispered. I put my small duffel bag on the top bed before turning to her.
"So what do you for fun around here?"
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