Foster Me: Emerson's Secret (ON GOING)

Chapter 12

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Levi walked me to my next class, English, before heading his own way. I wasn't in my class for more than 10 minutes before I was oddly called out to go visit the school's clinical social worker, Ms Reinhart. I was sent off without being told why exactly I had to go talk to this woman. It could be that she takes interests in all the new students or she somehow learned about my foster home situation. It wouldn't be the first time that has happened.

I sat right across from Ms Reinhart as she was tucked in behind her desk. She flipped through my file as I watched and waited for her to speak up.

Her office was on the small side and could only comfortably fit one desk and two chairs. The walls were painted a warm beige color and the curtain that hung on the small window in her office was an awkward black and red polka-dotted. Looked like something straight from a clown house.

Ms Reinhart cleaned her throat then took a sip of coffee. "Mmm."

"Slow reader." I thought to myself. "Pretty sure if the woman was in a reading race with a tortoise, the

tortoise would still win."

Ms Reinhart looked up from my file and offered me a smile. "So let's talk abit, Emerson."

"Okay, but hopefully she's going to do most of the talking." "Sure," I said.

"How has your first couple of weeks been?"

"Good I guess."

"It's not the easiest being the new student, I'm sure."

"I'm use to it," I shrugged my shoulders.

"You've moved around quite alot," she said.

I nodded, "505"

"505? What does that mean?" asked, Ms Reinhart.

"This is my 505 home."

She paused, I think waiting for me to elaborate, but she was sadly mistaken. I wasn't just going to unleash my 16 years of life to someone I just met. Hell, I've been living with Jake and Carol for close to a month now and I still haven't opened up to them. What makes this lady think I'm going to open up to her?

"You've been dealt some tough cards, Emerson."

"That was for sure"

"This isn't something you can't grow from though." She emphasized.

I'm not focusing on my future right now. She obviously doesn't get it. I'm not thinking about what I want to do after highschool or when I see myself getting married and having kids. I don't care about any of that. What I am focusing on is just trying to survive in the moment. Taking one day at a time because the only thing I can control as of this moment is what is happening currently.

"If you let me, I can help you build a foundation for your future," she added, sounding so sincere. "I can help you piece together things of your past if that is what you would like also."

I don't want to look back at the past. It would hurt too much. It would kill me inside.....Why would I want to look back at horrible horrible moments in my young life? Closure wouldn't happen. More emotional pain, probably would.

"No," I shook my head. "I don't want that."

"Are you sure? Even if I can help you locate your mom?"

She had my attention now.

She smiled at me, "Wouldn't you like to reconnect with her?"

Of course I would like to meet her at some point but it wouldn't change anything. If she really wanted me, she wouldn't have given me up. She wouldn't have left me in the baby box at that hospital.