The Rebels

Chapter 2

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 Cindy pulled up to the airport. 

“Probation Officers aren’t long distance, you know that right?” She looked at me intently.

“Um, yeah?”

“That’s means I’m no longer going to be your PO.” 

Aw, I kinda liked Cindy in a weird way. We had a love, hate relationship. Well, mostly hate, but still.

“Okay.” I said quietly. 

“Mrs. Wesley is my sister so if you really need to talk, ask her for my number and we can talk.” She had tears in her eyes. I’m not sure if it’s because she’s sad or if it’s tears of relief. I mean, she finally got rid of me.

“I wont need to talk. Seven more months and I’m eighteen. I’ll be out of the system and at home with my real parents.” 

She sighed exasperated. “Listen, kid, this is the last piece of advice I’ll give you before I go. Live your life. Finish high school and go to college. Make something of yourself. If you go home and take care of your parents, you will throw away your future. Your parents wont live forever.” 

I wanted to hit her. Again.

Before I got the chance, she turned around and got back into her car. Reaching into the glove compartment, she pulled out my plane information and ticket. 

“Here.” She handed them to me throw the car window. 

The second I was a step away from the car, she peeled out of there like hell was on her heels.

Yep, those were tears of relief.

With my duffle bag on my shoulder and the ticket in my hand, I walked into the airport.

*

I slept almost all of the ten hour flight to Florida.

I walked over to baggage claim and saw a sign that said ‘Ivory’.

The woman who was holding the sign looked in her mid-forties. She had red wavy hair and was jumping up and down excitedly. The man next to her looked scary to be honest. He had that whole military drill sergeant vibe to him.

I’m actually kind of relieved that they had a sign because Cindy never told me what I was supposed to do once I landed.

I walked cautiously up to them. 

“Uh, hi. I’m Ivory Samson?” I meant it as a statement, but it came out as a question.

“Hello!” The lady dropped the sign and grabbed me into a hug. I patted her back awkwardly.

“I’m June Wesley and this is my husband Jack.” She pointed to the scary man next to her. He nodded, but let his wife do all the talking.

“We’re your new foster parents. I’ve always wanted a daughter!” She was bouncing excitedly. “After my son, I couldn’t have any kids. I finally persuaded Jack to foster a girl. It’s only taken me eighteen years, but better late than never!”

Someone gave her happy pills this morning.

“Okay, listen. I’m not your daughter. I’ll be here seven months. Then, I turn eighteen and I’m so out of here. I have parents. My real parents.” 

Mrs. Wesley’s face fell and Mr. Wesley frowned.

“You listen here and you listen good,” He spoke for the first time, menacingly. “I know this is your last chance, but that does not mean that I’ll go easy on you. I’m a prison guard at a juvenile detention center. I have no problem sending you to juvie. I really could not give a damn, but my wife has wanted a daughter all her life. We’re not trying to replace your parents, but I will not take you disrespecting my wife or myself. Is that clear?” 

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes, stubbornly.

“I said, ‘is that clear?!’”

“Yes, god.” I mumbled. He seemed like he was going to yell at me again, but Mrs. Wesley placed a hand on his arm to quiet him. 

“We’ve been fostering delinquents for seventeen years. We feel that everyone deserves a second chance. We want to help them straighten out their life, so that they can have a bright future. No matter if you are with us for seven months or years, just know that we will never kick you out.” She smiled gently at me.

I nodded and Mr. Wesley started walking towards the car.

Once we were in the car, Mrs. Wesley started talking again. “We have six boys. Five of them are foster kids and one is my biological child, but to me they are all my sons. They are all around your age give or take a year, but don’t worry. They may be delinquents, but they aren’t bad kids. We’ll make sure to set strict boundaries so you can live comfortably.” 

I am worried about my privacy. I don’t want any perves to sneak into the bathroom while I’m showering or something.

We pulled up to a huge house right on the beach.

My eyes widened. “Jeez, how much does a prison guard make?!” I said without thinking.

Then I think I saw pigs fly because Mr. Wesley actually laughed. “We inherited it from June’s aunt when she passed a couple years back.”

I nodded approvingly.

“C’mon. I’ll show you inside. The boys should be home from school in about half an hour. Jack, sweetie, grab her bag out of the trunk please.” Mrs. Wesley seemed happy that I wasn’t talking with attitude. She opened my car door and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the car. 

She unlocked the door to the big tan house.

This house was truly beautiful. Inside and out.

“Your room is upstairs, but let me give you the tour first. The house is four floors, this floor, upstairs, an attic, and a basement.” She showed me around and explained where everything was. 

My room was beautiful. From Mrs. Wesley’s personality, I expected it to be all pink and disgustingly princessly, but it wasn’t. I can’t even explain it properly. 

The bed was purple and circular. There were little lights hanging from the ceiling directly above it. There was also a curtain that can go around the bed. I don’t know why I would need that if there is a lock on my door, but whatever. The walls were cream colored along with the shear curtain that covered my door to the balcony. There was also a private bathroom and a walk in closet that was already filled with clothes.

“It’s gorgeous, Mrs. Wesley.” I smiled at her, unable to hid my gratitude.

“Call me June, dear.” She smiled widely at me.

“Thank you.” I meant it. None of my previous foster homes has ever shown this much effort towards me.

“It’s no problem.” She hugged me. This time, I hugged her back, briefly, but it still counts.

She had tears in her eyes as she pulled away.

“That door leads out to the balcony. The balcony stretches across the whole back of the house, so this is Lucian’s balcony too. He’s my bio son. There’s another balcony directly below yours for the first floor. Make sure you lock this door at night. We had a break in a couple years back and I don’t want a repeat of that mess.”

We heard the door open downstairs.

“The boys must be home! Come dear.” She grabbed my hand and for the second time, she started dragging my along.

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I know I did a bad job at describing Ivory's bedroom, so I'll be adding a picture of it soon. Next chapter, the picture will be of the boys, so hopefully if I remember I'll put it in Chapter 4.

I'm excited for the next chapter! 

I'm hoping to get to Chapter 8 at least by next week. I'll be writing like a mad woman, but I'd like to jump right into this book.

Point out spelling/grammar/plot holes please!

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Anubis xx