Support groups.
I swear I'd rather do extra algebra than this! They're meant to make us feel better, yet I just feel depressed listening to teenagers moan about how cruel life is to them.
Then I'm encouraged to join them!
Who does this help? Not me, that's for sure.
I have no choice but to attended though, because otherwise I could get sent to a the 'Home' and I dislike that more.
Yet this time feels different, I feel like I don't belong here anymore. I love it.
"Kacey, perhaps you could enlighten us with your events of today." pushes Mike, the man in charge.
"I went to school, ate food, and got forced to come here." I snap, I don't want to participate.
"Thank you - Kacey." he sighs, giving up any hope he could get a better response.
Correct decision.
Nearing the end a young child approaches me, cautious.
"Uhh, hi." She says shyly.
"Hi." I say, confused.
Why the heck is this child trying to make conversation? Leave me alone!
"How old are you?" She questions, tapping her foot anxiously.
"I'm fifteen - you?"
I might as well talk to her. It's not like I'll have anything else to do with my time.
"I'm nine, I'm called Karla. You?" She asks, suddenly growing in confidence.
"Kacey."
"Our names start with the same letter!" she exclaims with glee, "we need to be best friends."
"Yeah, okay. Whatever." I reply, failing to show as much excitement.
It's obvious to me why she wants me. Or in this case, probably needs me. Primary school way to be rid of bullies, say you have a friend who is way older than them. The theory goes that they will be scared away. Trust me, it doesn't work in high school.
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I get picked up, and sit with my 'mum' in an uncomfortable silence.
"Fancy telling me what's going on?" she snaps.
"Huh?"
"I've heard you've not been concentrating during lessons - care to explain?"
"Not particularly."
"What is wrong with you?" she shouts.
"Maybe the fact my foster mum is a complete psycho!" I scream back.
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Now I'm grounded, and very happy about it. I can't be forced into leaving to do jobs.
Wait.
What the heck is that?
A white mask? It's moulding through the wall! Oh god!
It's face seems to merge out, and peer around my room with curiosity. It's eyes lock with mine, and a slimy tentacle reaches out to grab me...
My door bangs open, and my head snaps round.
"I hope you know what you did wrong." my foster mum says.
I turn to the wall - the thing is gone.
"Yeah...I do?" I stutter.
"Good. You'll be grounded now for the weekend only." she says surprised, then leaves.
"Yes Kacey. Remember - never disobey your mother. Never underestimate what she can do..."
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