Foster Me: Emerson's Secret (ON GOING)

Chapter 6

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"So how was your first day?" Carol asked me as we sat around a table in a restaurant. Carol and Jake wanted to celebrate my first day at school, whatever the hell that meant.

"Just like any first day at a new school," I answered.

"Nice teachers?"

"I guess." It's just my first day. What does that lady expect me to have, a full personality/compatibility profile prepared for each of the teachers?

"Meet new people?" Jake asked.

Oh I did. One of which I wished to have never met, period. "Um..Yeah."

"That's really great," Carol smiled. "I've glad you're meeting new friends. Hopefully at some point you'll have them over."

Jake pointed his fork at Carol, "That would be a great idea. Watch movies, cook. Do what kids do."

I don't think so. Last thing I'd want is for someone to find out I'm a foster kid then blab to the entire world. People don't really understand that there are many reasons why someone is in foster care. It doesn't necessarily mean that someone is in foster care because their biological mother was a druggie and couldn't support the kid. That could be a reason...but it may not be the only one. I still don't know all the facts why I was given up.

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"Where's your jacket?"

I peered over at my shoulder and there stood Levi. I frowned and my chest caved in as I sat on the steps in front of the school.

"Please go away," I thought to myself. I already had a bad enough day as is. The last thing I need is for him to end my school day on a worse note. I only knew him for just over a week now and I already dreaded running into him. Whether that be in school or in the neighborhood somewhere. His obnoxiousness is just so...fuckin' repulsive. It actually makes me want to pull my hair and rip it all out.

"I don't know mama, you tell me," I grit my teeth.

"Laundry day?" he asked.

"Nope."

"Lost it?"

"No." I don't own enough things to lose.

"Bratty cousin stole it?"

"No, don't have cousins,"

"Okay then, where's your jacket?" he asked again. "Aren't you cold?"

"If you're going to offer me your jacket, just say so. No need for small talk." If he was going to offer, we may as well just skip to the part where I say "Fuck No" and be done with it.

"I don't got a jacket to give you." He said, sitting himself down on the step right above me.

Well isn't that a relief. Avoid the awkward part. "Good." I felt a little embarrassed to have jumped to conclusions so quickly.

"I gave it to someone," Levi added.

"Saving the female population from hypothermia one girl at a time. Nice."

He stifled a laugh, "That was actually funny."

I shrugged, "I try to have my funny moments."

"Being depressed more then you are I'm sure would get you nowhere."

"I'm not depressed."

"I don't know about that."

"I'm not!"

"Something is wrong with you though," he shrugged,

"Just cuz I'm not gettin' naked in front of you doesn't mean something is wrong with me," I snapped back. "Just means I'm not stupid enough to fall for your crap."