Alone.
That's the definition of my life. I've been bounced around from 1 foster home to the next. I currently live with Dan , Jewl, their 17 year old dautter Page, and there 10 year old son Max. Dan and Jewl are not bad parents but all their attention stays on Page. Max is like the devil spon in my book he's evil. He plays pranks like putting worms I'm Jewls smoothies or puting maggots in Dans oatmeal. Dan and Jewl try their best to make me part of the family but I've always felt like I was different, like I'm not meant to be here. That probably sounds crazy. But hey I'm sitting in my room alone. No friends. No true family. Besides Page always talks about her football jock boyfriend or what was wrong with today's world. Her definition of fun is organizing my closet into everything pink. Now that dosent sound so bad dose it? Well it is let's make something clear. I. Hate. Pink. I can't stand it. To me it's the lowest, worst popular girl color their is. The colors I prefer are black, blood red, deep purple, and ocean blue. I wear no bright colors and I never ever where whit its comes in second to pink. People call me goth but I'm not all about death and sorrow I try to be happy but I've never really succeed in it.
So this is me and my life.
"Arrow get down here now!" Said Jewl sounding as if she was literally pulling me down the steps instead of just calling for me.
As I come down the steps I see Jewl standing at the bottom of the steps tapping her foot with an angry mood on her face. I've always been able to read people etheir that or people are just so open with emotion. "Where are we going again? And why was it so important that I go?" I said stomping down the stairs.
"We are going somewhere that will make you happy and you have to go because it will make you happy. Now come on we're going to be late."
I jumped the last four steps, ignored the look Jewl gave me, and walked out the door into the front yard. Dan was a gardener so that meant that the front and back yard had to be perfect. The hege was even, all the flowers the same color, and the grass a healthy green. There were two cars sitting in the driveway. One a 1997 ugly rusted orange mini van and a plan old Toyota black truck. Can you guess witch one I liked the best. I started for the truck but Dan leaned over my shoulder and said "sorry we have to take the mini van. Don't be two sad this is painful for us both."
He said it with a smile but I cound see the sadness in his eyes. We both liked the truck. He taught me how to drive it when I was 14 (he taught page to drive at 16).
I took the back right hand seat and pulled the old seatbelt over my shoulders and leaned back with a sigh. A few moments later I heard the left door pop open and felt the seat fall a twinge under Max's weight as he crawled in the seat next to me. Max may be evil but he of people is the one on my side. He's never played a prank on me, he alway sits between me and Page, and he understands why I like being alone in the silence. Page on the other hand does not. The only reason I never have to say anything around her is because she never shuts up.
Soon we where on the freeway at a whole wopping 70 miles per hour. Page was texting on her phone. Probely to her boyfriend. Max is watching his fingers as they move side to side. "Why can't you tell me where we're going? I am starting to get car sick back here!" I said.
I wasn't truely car sick I just wanted to get out of the car. "It's not much further. Just a few blocks down." Dan said with a extremely wide grin on his face that made me even more nerveus. We pulled up in a small parking lot with a little yellow building in front. The sign said "Hope For The Poor mental rehabilitation" in big pink letters. Then as if a light bulb had gone off in my head I said "No! No no no no, no. I'm not going in there. I though you said this was going to make me happy?"
"It will make you happy. You just need a little help." Jewl said in a soft kind voice.
Even though she delivered the blow lightly, I felt as if I'd just been slapped. "Oh yeah. Having me labels crazy is really going to make me happy. I'm thrilled that I have to talk to a complete stranger about my outlook on life. I don't like talking to people in general, let alone my deepest fears and emotions. You can't make me go in there."
