I walk in, the social workers show me in the f
door. their house smelled like cinnamon. it was beautiful. they greeted me with hugs as if I were their own child and I've been gone for 20 years. they were nice people, but I felt uncomfortable. I want my dad... and I want my mom, but they are gone. forever.
"hey Brittany! we have a room for you upstairs! queen size bed and a white quilt, you can decorate it anyway you would like. as long as it's not inappropriate. we will give you $100 for decorations."
100 dollars... not that much but I'm glad I brought some of my favorite decorations. just posters of nirvana and blind melon, my favorite bands, and just records of music.
"umm.. thanks." I smile.
I wish I could hurt live with my own parents like a regular family. but I can't, I for know what I did to deserve all of this. but at least my step-dad is gone and can't hurt me anymore. I just stand akwardly in the front if the house by the door looking around, bit really listening to what they're saying. it's sound like a bees buzz in my ear cause I'm focusing so hard in the image of my mother. how long was she dead? I try to get the image out of my mind.
"okay?" they ask.
oops.. maybe I should of listened
"I'm sorry what?" I say. I feel bad.
"just that we are going to love having you here! let's go show you around and you can meet the children. we have a 16 year old that goes to your school. you might know her from school."
we walk to the living room and I see a little 7 year old boy in the couch playing video games on a mini iPad. I hear shootings and sound effects. and the sound when you lose. the little wa-wa-wa. G-A-M-E O-V-E-R. he got mad and trough the iPad to the opposite side of the couch. he looks at me. grabs his iPad again and starts at the game again like I was never even there.
"evan, this is Brittany, she will be staying with us for a while." she stated
"cool. I don't care." he barks
"hi" I say quietly. now a 7 year old boy who doesn't even know me is judging me. yay.
"evan! go to your room!" she she shouts. I don't even know her name yet.
"mom! no! I'm sorry! hi, nice to meet you welcome here." he roles his eyes and looks at his mom for approval. she nods as a yes.
he gets back to his game. I ready don't like it here.
"Paula! get down here and meet Brittany!"
Paula? Paula who?
"fine mom" she snaps back, she runs down the stairs and her eyes are like halfway closed. it's Paula! does she know it's me?
"Paula meet Brittany, brittany, Paula"
she looks at me and her eyes widen and smile. I smirk a little too.
"Brittany! I didn't know it was you coming! you are going to live with me?" she asks
not sure if I like this question, but I know the answer.
"yep. I think so" I answer
maybe ethos won't be so bad after all
