Different

Chapter 1 - Decisions

"You only have two option," dully uttered Mrs Finch; an older social services consultant, her voice sounding ever so lathargic. "You can stay and wait for an adoption placement here in the UK or you can take this wonderful opportunity with this lovely family in America."

At this point, I didn't know what to do. Do I stay in England and wait till I am 18 and then go on a quest for my brother; or do I move to the US for a fresh start at life?

I was given two days to finalise my choice and what ever decision I make, it will dramatically affect the course of my life.

I bid adieu to Mrs Finch and made my way out of her office. I was greeted by my social worker, Ann, who ushered my out of the building whilst explaining why America was the best option for me.

"You can stabilise yourself there and have one permanent family, how great would that be?" She said excitedly.

I mean, I didn't know she was the propaganda for my new 'could-be' family. I think she would enjoy this placement more than me.

I got in to her her car, evidently not giving a shit but she carried on droning on about the new family. I looked out the window, gazing at the streets of London as we were driving by and I realised the beauty of my city.

The pop of red colour coming from the buses was heavenly, the noise of cars zooming by seemed bizarrely statisfying and the smell of London street food was just captivating. Samosas, fried chicken and freshly spun candy floss. The range of choices, food-wise, was one of the sheer beauties of London. I doubt any other city could live up to our standards of anti-discriminatory behaviour. Then this welcoming behaviour, in effect, causes such a beautiful multicultural society.

Would I ever want to leave? Could I ever bring myself to do it?

However, America is a beautiful country too. When is say beauty, I really mean the beauty of having such large portions everywhere. Don't get me wrong, London have spectacular food but the portions are down right horrific.

Now I may be sounding quite ignorant and unintellectual but on a serious note, I do feel like America is a wonderful place to start a career and the universities or 'colleges' have a great reputation; especially around the area where I might be living- San Francisco.

I look around and I see that I have reached my care home. My body language mimicked that of a Zombie as I made my way to my room.

I opened the door to see my roommate, Lucy and completely ignored her and lied down on my bed, day dreaming about what could happen to my life regarding each option I had.

"You should go, you know" whispered Lucy, blatantly trying to be nice. Emphasis on the word 'trying'.

"Oh, you really do want this room to yourself!" I mocked.

"No, I mean it it's a really good opportunity. I would have taken it."

Bullshit.

"Oh really? Then why don't you agree to be adopted? You're the one who refusing for it to happen." I bluntly stated.

"Well maybe because there is a chance my mum and dad are going to come back for me. I at least have some hope, not like you." She smirked, making fun of my parents deaths.

I shot up out of bed and grabbed her arm and twisted her so her back was facing me. I placed my other arm on her neck, squeezing it tightly. I didn't want to get in trouble so I made sure to cover her mouth with my hand too.

"Shut the fuck up, you bitch. Don't you talk about my parents like that"

I squeezed her neck harder.

"They were angels compared to yours. Your parents are a couple of crackheads who give more importance to cocaine then they did to their own daughter."

I strengthened the headlock even more but the bitch managed the scream loud enough to get attention from Micheal, our residential support worker.

I immeadiately let go. I stared at her viciously and made my way back to my bed.

I didn't have time for this bullshit.

*2 days later*

It was time. Time to make a decision.

I walked in to the meeting. I saw a large rectangular table. On one end was Mrs Finch, and on the other was a couple, looking like they were in their thirties. I scanned them and they looked like a wealthy couple. Givenchy handbag with the woman and the man had a Rolex. They had a label infront of them.

'Mr & Mrs Jones'

I sat opposite my social worker and my lawyer.

I felt very insecure in this situation but I knew what i had to do.

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The meeting was quite long but my presence wasn't very necessary. I only had to confirm my choice and that was it.

"Yes, I do agree to this adoption"

That was all I said and that statement was about to turn my life upside down.

But I have to say, I was quite intrigued as to why they chose me? Such a rich and wealthy couple could get any child they want. Even a baby, a soul that they can nuture themselves, so why me?

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