Genesis

Chapter 1- Burning Invitation

I hated it. Sitting here, watching potential parents strut by, watching little kids skip happily out the door, their new life waiting right through it.
I also hated pitying myself, but if I didn't nobody else would.

My new life most likely would never come.

On the first Wednesday of every month, the foster care center would have an open house and allow foster parents interview with each child of their choosing. I stopped counting how many people walked by me, never giving me a chance.

I can see why. I am a scrawny kid, with fat cheeks and glasses. I had messy brown hair that, even though it hang straight as a pencil, was always messy with stray hairs flying out, as if they were trying to escape from the terrible depression thriving in my head. I always wore worn jeans and a leather jacket, but this gave the parents a vibe that I was a bad kid. I'm not, but I'm also a trouble magnet.

Wherever I go, something always goes wrong. At they zoo, when the Penguins somehow escaped from their tank from massive waves they swan up and jumped from, and somehow it was my fault because it looked like I had knocked over the railing, letting the little bitches out.

Or the Hawaiian-themed party, when I knocked into the fire baton dude and and burned down the outdoor stage, but the fire never came within a 6-foot radius of me. Only ever me. They started calling me Mother Nature, and they were convinced I was the one brewing the hurricanes and tsunamis, like that would happen.

Little did they know, if I was 'Mother Nature', they would be six feet under my domain. With flowers in their hair because I have a great sense of humor.

I was relieved I never got hurt, but it was always somehow my fault. I hear the girls in school giggle about how I was a bad luck charm, or the boys laughing at me whenever I dropped something. "Oh, look! Miss Perfect isn't so perfect after all!"

I was reading when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. I looked up to find the dark face of Ms. Marie.

She have me a pitiful stare. "Genny, its time to leave. All the parents have left."

I sighed and looked around at the small handfull of children leaving the meeting. They all had depressed looks on their face, and suncken-in eyes, a purple ring under them.

I must have looked the same, we barely get any sleep. Too many nightmares and disturbing thoughts poisoning our minds.

"Okay." I said simply. I marked my book page and closed it, placing it in my battered old backpack full of my small amount of belongings. I think it was my old foster mom's navy Jansport, but I didn't even know anymore. I stood and santered over to the door, which Ms. Marie was holding open for me.

Ms. Marie was dark skinned with dark, beautiful long brown hair. She was young, thirty at the most, but so very sweet. Extremely pretty too. I didn't exactly trust her yet, but it was as close as I could manage. I didn't really trust anyone, barely even myself.

I mumbled a thank you to the stunning woman, then trudged up the see through stairs, that was lit brightly from the windows that allowed the light of the twinkling buildings from the New York night. So many people wanted to live here. I would do just about anything to get out.

I would do anything to get out, because I'm trapped in. I can't get out of these streets.

One of the new kids that came in just this morning stared in awe at the pretty foster quarters. People don't think there are foster cares like this, so large and nice. But it's a disguise. Inside is a whirlpool of misery and rejection.

A new girl with a giant cloud of bleach blonde hair, so blonde it actually looked white, leans over to ask me something. I think she was the one pointing at the sky today, the was a little... Fucked up? Strange is a nicer phrase.