"This is the last family you can go to. You hear me, Rosabelle?" I was slumped against the chair in front of my social worker. I got kicked back to the system.
"There's this lady, Evelyn Mercer. She's agreed to adopt you. Problem is She lives in Detroit." I stared at him.
"Ya? So it's like a fuck me, huh?" I asked my New York City accent coming out.
"Rosabelle. I'm tired of finding homes for you. You have a month left until you're 18. Wait. And you'll be able to live by yourself." I glared at the floor.
"You'll be boarding the plane at 11 tomorrow. Pack." He said and left.
I rolled my eyes and got up to go back to my room.
