Prophecy Says

This Is Wrong

Two days go by like a breeze. As wanted, Chloe and I spent them wisely. Talking, and crying, and reassuring each other that it was all going to be okay. Jayla took it hard, and we talked about how she would try to take care of Chloe when I left. She said that she'd help her, watch her, just until I was old enough to get her back. But when my social worker showed up, shit hit the fan. I heard a knock at the door, and hesitantly I turned he knob. Only to see the one and only Maeve standing in the hall.
"Time to go. Got your stuff packed?"
I looked over my shoulder to see Chloe.

Her eyes stained red from crying, and her hair a frizzy tousled mess.

My hands automatically grasped hers tightly, and I knelt down to face her directly in the.
eyes.

"Listen to me carefully, Jayla is going to help you, and you're not going to trust anyone but her and Miss. Maeve. Okay? I love you little sister, and I'll always be with you in here."
I jabbed a finger at her chest, referring to her heart. Chloe began to struggle and cry in my arms. "No, no, you can't leave - please!" The tears were evident in her voice, and she only started getting more upset - on the verge of throwing a tantrum. I knew that by sticking around any longer was going to make it harder for Maeve to detain her. I struggled to get up, due to Chloe digging her nails into my neck and back. Forcefully, I detached her arms from around my neck and slid easily past Maeve. Once I got past the front door, and out of the house I could hear Chloe's shrill screams and I was having trouble stifling a sob. But I kept moving forward to the grey car parked by the curb with my social worker in the drivers seat. I hopped into the back, and threw my duffelbag by my feet and slammed the door shut.

"Alright, so we're going to Midland Michigan which is about a 30 minute drive from here in Saginaw, is that right?"

Why was she asking me? She was the one with the map.

"Yeah that's right."

She turned and gave me a bright smile, "Why so glum? This could be your forever home."
She asked. I gave her a hard glare.

"Just get me away from here." I said hoarsely. My social worker frowned and started the car.

"That's a shame." I heard her whisper, before we drove off.

xxx

The farther we drove, the greener it got. We passed over a large red metal bridge, and there wasn't even a sign that said welcome. What really struck me though was the green. In Michigan, you don't see unless you look for it. The spruce, the fern, sat together like pieces on a chessboard. You just knew they were meant to be there. The closer we got to town, the greenery faded ever so slowly into businesses, shops, supermarkets, and deli's. Little houses turned to huge ones as we were nearing our destination, according to Google maps. The social worker occasionally checked on me in the mirror up front. I'm not going to lie, I wanted to smack her. When the car began to slow, we were parked outside a medium sized house made of stones. You could tell that the lawn was well kept, and a healthy garden was plastered for everyone to see. From tomatoes, to lavender, it was clear that the woman who lived here appreciated botany of all kinds. A beautifully painted grey porch lined the house and matched the stones perfectly. The warm feeling in my stomach made me want to see if the outside harmonized with the inside. I stepped out of the car at he same time an old woman stepped out on her porch. She was tiny, frail, and the skin on her frame reminded me of wax paper. Her wiry grey hair was put up in a messy bun on top of her head, and she was wearing a baby-pink nightgown with slippers that reminded me of Tinker Bell. I locked eyes with her, and she gave a big toothy grin, and waved excessively. I smiled back, though it never reached my eyes. I followed my social worker up the steps, to greet the woman.