~Two months later~
Love. What is love? The dictionary's definition of the word is an intense feeling of deep affection. I have never been good at giving love or receiving it from others. My last boyfriend 'Jimmy' cheated on me with a stripper. I think he did it for the money. From what I hear strippers get paid a lot. He was kind of a gold-digger.
He ended up getting caught with four cellos of coke at the border of Mexico. I mean if you're going to be a drug dealer be a good one. In the end he got 40 years but 3 months in he was stabbed in the the eye with a make shift knife. Fucked up way to die right. He was good for one thing though, he taught me how to hot wire cars. Karma's a bitch. Some people call me heartless. But I only have one person I truly care about and would risk the world for my brother.
Our mother died giving birth to us. Oh and my father left as soon as her body turned cold. To be honest and truthful I'm not really sure the man exists. We spent sixteen almost seventeen years in the system. We never got adopted we believed that our father would come for us but when we hit the age of ten reality hit us hard.
Maybe I should look at the brighter side of things. Maybe he's stuck in traffic. Or he's still at the grocery store getting milk. Those lines can get pretty long.
"Samiya!!!" My case work Ivana Wright snaps her fingers in my face. Almost bursting my ear drums. Any louder and I would've thought we were at a football game. She was trying to get me in my sixth foster home with a friend of hers. We've been waiting out side of her door for about a minute and a half.
"Yeah," I say not bothering to look in her direction.
"I'm not kidding this time Samiya this is your last chance don't mess things up." Her voice softened when she notices that I still haven't acknowledge her presents.
"Don't worry Samiya in the end everyone gets a happy ending."said no one ever. Most Disney movies don't even have happy ends.
She lifts her hand once again to knock on the door. The door slowly opens and a lady around her early thirties comes out and hugs Ms.Wright.
"Ivy it's been so long." the mystery lady says in an overly excited voice. They pull away from each other but Ms.Wright speaks this time.
"Simone I know I've missed you so much." they both smile at each other. Simone turns to me still wearing her bright eyed smile.
"Hi and you must be Samiya." Before I could say anything she pulls me into a big hug, and I freeze. But she step back and ignores my uncomfort to the fact that she just invaded my personally space.
"Come in," we both step into her home. I look around the big house the furniture is brown she has a sliding door to the living room and dining room were connected. The dining room is leading to kitchen the stairs are brown with markings on the side.
The walls were covered with pictures family photos and kiddy art. But there was just one picture above the fireplace it has a man standing next to Simone in the frame but as far as I could tell he was no where in the house. She led us towards the living room. We both sit on the sofa while Simone sat on the one across from us. There is a glass coffee table between both sofas with flowers and a remote sitting on it. There was an awkward silence in the room. They both stare at me.
"Um Samiya how about you go look around the house while Ivy and I speak." I look at Ms. Wright, and she nods so I get up and wander around the house. I begin to walk upstairs I once again notice the pictures on the wall.
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Love,Samiya
Loup-garouSamiya grew up in the Foster system for most of her life with her twin brother. Samiya's the type of person who see danger and can't help but run towards it. In a way it distracts her from her messed up life. She gets put into a new foster home...
