'Kenz can you come here for a few minutes?' My social worker asked. I politely nodded and followed her to the meeting room. My drunk mother sat there along with some random guy and now myself and social worker.
'I would like to adopt MacKenzie.' Stated the guy. 'Well not me but my sign on. He's looking to adopt a 14-16 year old girl with musical talent, manners, and a good heart which is everything I've had to hear about you.' He said looking at me. I nodded and gave a thumbs up. I don't speak much, it's a personal choice. No reason for it, I just don't like to hear myself talk. My mom had already signed off on my papers stating 'at least somebody wants me. And good luck to him.' She wasn't a terrible mom. She had me at 17 and just did NOT want a kid. She didn't abuse me and always made sure I had what I needed but she didn't desire to keep me around so she'd sent me here and kept in touch. And I had actually enjoyed it here. My mom gave me her left over money from her bills and expenses at the end of every month which usually came to somewhere around $30 or so per month to do whatever with. She still took care of me, even while I was here. Me being here just meant she could slack off a bit. Shes taught me a lot, like how to bake and draw. One other thing she taught me as a kid was to save. Ive saved all of my change since i was a kid, enough to buy a hew acoustic last May. Plus the money from my mother each month and my father pays child support that my social worker was required to give to me as needed every month. I had enough money saved over the past 3 years to total $2,200. I'm making bank. I buy things every once in a while but I pride myself in saving. I've been dismissed from the meeting room with instructions to pack my bags and wait in the loby as the adults finish the paperwork. I walk up the stairs to the third floor and open my door. Grab my 2 suit cases and duffel bag and start packing. In my duffel bag go my shirts and dresses which aren't many. In my suit cases go shorts, jeans, and shoes which I have a bazillion of. I reach up in the top of my closet for my keepsake box along with a smaller bag for hair and makeup products. Finishing up i leave my room and make my way back down the treacherous steps to the loby. After a short 10 minute wait my new guardian emerges from the office and smiles.
'Let's get you home to your new dad.' He says. He helps carry my bags to the car and we're on our way.
