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Walking into the hospital it felt like the world was spinning. people was in the waiting rooms with their familes then there was me face blochy from crying and blood everywhere on my clothes.
Some people stared at me while others didn't pay attention.
The officer led me to a little room with a hospital bed, a counter with magazines on it, and a computer desk with an computer on it. I guess you can say it look like an check up room.
A nurse walked into the room with a white woman who looked around 50 with amber hair, freckles, kind of short, and she had glasses.
she was the social worker here for me since I was only 16.
"hi," said the social worker " I'm Mrs. wooden and I'm going to help you" she said with a soft voice.
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It was around 9:47 am according to the clock on the screen on the dashboard in Mrs.Wooden car.
Last night Mrs.Wooden got in contact with my grandmother and arranged us to come to Atlanta Georgia from Chicago IL. That was an 11 h and 2 mins drive. We left this morning at 6:00 am so we've been on the road for 3 hours and I'm tired of been in the car already.
Yesterday Mrs.Wooden took me back to my house after we left the hospital to pack all of my cloths.
🦋last night🦋 Walking into the house I was hesitatent. Hoping and praying that my mom would be in the kitchen making my favorite dish which is chicken. Walking more into the kitchen I didn't smell chicken cooking and I didn't feel the welcoming sprit my mom bring when she's around. "Are you okay hun" Mrs. Wooden asked " we can come back tomorrow in the morning if you feel like you can't take it right now" she added. " N-no it's okay I'm just going to get a few things I'll be right back" I said letting out a shaky breath.
Walking into my room I packed my stuff which wasn't a lot since I didn't want to curry that much, it didn't take me long. _____________________________
Now 7:00 pm we where in Atlanta Georgia. Calling my grandmother Mrs.Wooden got her address.
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I took my time walking to the door I was really nervous. Knocking on the door I started to look around the neighborhood.
I seen a group of kids around my age two girls and two boys just hanging around one of the girls was trying to do the woah while one of the boys was trying to teach her.
But one of the boys caught my eye he was sitting on the hood of a car looking at his phone. He had on a black shirt, with black rip jeans and a gold chain he also had tattoos all over the place.
Let's just say he look good as FUCKK.
I decided to look away before I got caught looking at him once I made it to the second house someone finally answered the door.
"Uhh hello" said a boy around my age.
"Hi I'm Mrs. Wooden from social services and i was wondering if Mrs. Desmond was home?" She said.
"GRANDMA SOME WHITE LADY AT THE DOOR WANT YOU" he yelled.
"Boy quit yelling in my house" my grandmother said coming around the corner wiping her hands on a apron.
"Oh I'm sorry for him hi come on in" She said gesturing into the house.
Once in the living room Mrs. Wooden got Straight into business but all I can think about was the chicken I smelled cooking.
"So I'm going to need you to sign a couple of papers just stating you are taking in India and that you are sure you want to do this" Mrs. Wooden said sitting down on the couch and pulling out papers from her briefcase.
