Perfect. Ain't. So. Perfect.

Chapter 3

It's been 3 days and prosper hasn't texted or called Ciara. What's that about?

Text to prosper:

Hey bam bam where have you been? I have some things going on so I won't be at school for awhile. But I miss you. Please text or call me.

"I can stay home with you today. If you want?" Akira said while getting dressed.
"No, it's fine, maybe I'll explore other things you know. Thanks though."

"Kids, come down for breakfast."

As Ciara was going downstairs to breakfast she was contemplating whether to ask Mrs. Coleman why she was here. But then again if the police looking guys wouldn't talk why would an old foster lady.

"Thanks Mrs. Coleman, but I'm not really hungry. Can I have some orange juice and go back to sleep please."

" I don't know what your used to at home. But here we have rules, this is the one and only time you can bypass those rules ya hear?." Mrs. Coleman replied through clenched teeth.

"Yes ma'am .. Th- Thank you!"

As Ciara went back upstairs and into "her bed" she laid there silent and still. Thinking about where she went wrong. Is all this her fault? What happened?
She fell asleep with one particular thing on her mind. "Does God hate me?"

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5 hours later Ciara woke up to her phone dinging.

Prosper- Hey, um I think we should break up!!??

Ciara- Wait, what. How could you? What did I do? Bam Bam .💔

P-  You didn't do anything, it's just with the circumstances your in and with you parents we just can't keep dating. I need space. Sorry.

C- Yeah, whatever. I trusted you. We were supposed to be together forev-
Wait, what about my parents?

P- um? I gotta go! Sorry, bye.

C- Prosper! Don't hang up!
Prosper Elliot Coleman!

Wait, oh my gosh. Coleman. Coleman. Coleman. Prosper is a Coleman.
What is going on here? What just happened? How did I not recognize this.
How does he know anything. Did he do this? Am I paranoid?

Calling mom:
Ring, ring, ring.... Please leave a voicemail.

"Momma what's happening? Why aren't you here? Why am I here? Why does everyone know what's happening but me? Momma please I miss you! I love you momma!"

"Ciara please come downstairs." Called Mrs. Coleman.

"Okay coming."

As she went downstairs she heard talking. And when she rounded the corner into the living room she saw two men in black suits.

"You must be Ciara. I'm Mr. Moore and this is my colleague Mr. Brooks." He said while they both extended a hand. 

After I shook their hands Mrs. Coleman had left to attend to the laundry. I didn't really know what was going on but I just wanted answers. I needed answers.

"So, um why am in here?" I asked "only if you know of course."

" Ms. Young we have some good news and bad news." Said Mr. Brooks

"Bad news first, please..."

"Well, we can't give you all the details now but your mom is in jail."

"W-w-w-w- wait what... Why-omg-how." I was so shocked my words come out as if they were one big word.

"Where's my dad??"

"We can't tell you anymore than you need to know right now." Replied Mr. Moore.

"Wh- What's the good news then?"

"You'll be staying here, with this loving family."

Who told them that was good news. I don't wanna be in this crappy place with these crappy people. I want my old stuff. My stuff!

They must have realized I had zoned out because they kept calling my name.
"Ciara.. Ciara. Hey."
"Huh, yeah?"
"Ciara look we know this is hard for you, but you'll make it. We promise." Said Mr. Brooks
"We will tell you everything you need to know in due time. We have our best interest for you." Added Mr. Moore.

"Can I go back to the room they gave me! Better yet can I go home to my home. Away from you... You... You Family tearing apart people."  I asked making it more of a statement than a question without waiting for an answer to leave. I stormed off to "my room."