I wake up in the floor of the principles office with the school nurse hovering over me. I sit up way too fast, and hit my already aching head on the corner of the desk that I now realize was above me. "Ow, Jesus Christ." I mutter to myself.
The wave of emotions I was feeling before I passed out comes back to me now. I feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I can't believe my parents are really gone. They weren't home a lot before, but at least I knew that I would eventually get to see them again. I would get to feel my dad wrap me up in his arms and give me a huge hug after a long business trip. I would wake up to the smell of my mom burning breakfast. But now, never again.
I let the tears fall down my face as the school nurse places a bandage gingerly onto my now bleeding forehead. When she's through, she packs up her first aid kit, gives me a small, empathetic smile, and heads out the door. I give myself a few minutes to try and regain all the composure I can muster up, and pull myself from the floor.
I take a deep breath, and head out the door of the principle's office to be greeted by a social worker. 'Seriously?' I think to myself, 'I found out my mom and dad died what seems like five minutes ago, and there's already a social worker ready to whisk me away into the foster care system. How kind.'
I walk up to the woman in a grey pantsuit and she greets me coldly. "Miss Evans, please come with me." she says in a cold, exasperated tone. 'You have GOT to be kidding me. She's gonna be a bitch now? She's really in the wrong line of work.' I think as I follow her to her car, an out-dated, clunky, white Toyota.
"I will be taking you straight to your foster home, Delilah. The paperwork will be dealt with tomorrow." she says to me, still as cold as before, acting like I'm just an obstacle in the way of her going home to watch the Desperate Housewives. "Okay." I say, overwhelmed and still trying to process what's going on. I get in the backseat of the car, and she drives slowly out of the parking lot of my school. I look out the window at the passing cars, and the people, and the tears start falling from my eyes. I don't want this. I want my mom and dad back. I want my life back. Things like this aren't supposed to happen to me. My life was perfect, and now I'm watching it fall apart all around me.
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Falling Apart
Teen Fiction"Sometimes you need to fall apart to know how to put yourself back together" ~~~~~~~~~~ Delilah was THE popular girl. She had been Miss Teen Greenvale for the last three years. She had it all. The rich parents, the nice car, the good grades, the goo...
