That Girl

The Meeting

Words cannot describe the pain that I went through knowing that my parents gave me away. Now my grandparents are dead and now I have to leave this orphanage to live with a family that I don't even know. This is messed up. What person goes through something like this? What person has to stand and endure the pain of losing people in your life? I guess I could get used to it. Maybe they will be nice.

"A. J. Anderson let's go and stop sitting there. Your foster parents are on their way. All you can do is sit there and cry. Get your fat butt off my bed." said the lady in charge of the orphanage.

"I'm coming" as I sniffle.

"Ohhh come on stop your sobbing it's not like you're going to miss anyone here" she said. As she said this, I began thinking that she did have a point. I never talked to anyone let alone the agent in charge of my case.

"Now that you've stop your crying you can go in the room where your agent and your future parents are waiting for you."

"Ok." I kept walking, dragging myself to this room where I know I will never be happy again. Knowing that my parent(s) don't want me and my grandparents are dead. I reached the door scared for my life and God knows that I am scared.

I walked in and saw my agent and these two people standing there a woman and a man. The man was standing there not smiling, but just looking at me. He looked African American. He had dark hair, and dark eyes which scared me a bit. He was also wearing a suit as if he works as a business man. The lady on the other hand was smiling very brightly. She was very pretty. She looked nice and bored in her eyes. But the way she dressed showed me she was a young lady who still trying to figure herself out.

"Hi" she said.

"Hi"

"You look cute" she purked up.

"I'm 15 not a little kid"

"A.J. that is not how you talk to your new parents."

"Sorry." I felt like I wanted to cry because nothing will ever be the same. I looked at the man who didn't say anything. All he did was stand there and look at me. I didn't know whether he was looking at me with disgust or happiness. He only kept a straight face. He was looking so hard I pulled my eyes away from him and stared at the ground until everything was done and they took me to the place they called "home".

In the car.

I looked at this little girl. Though, she did not like it when my assistant called her cute. Instead, I stared at her trying to read of every intention or vibe that she might give off. I got nothing. No one talked in the car. I kept looking back at this girl, but nothing. She sat there looking towards the window with her shoulders hunch. I looked towards my assistant and all she was doing was texting. As usual, I wonder what a young woman like her does with her life. All she does is text talk on the phone chit-chat with her girls about drama. It's a crazy world we live in now. I fixed my eye back on the road. As I pulled in to my parking space, I looked back at the girl.

"Hey" I said. As I said this Ashley, my assistant, got out of the car. Then I looked back to the girl again. She didn't look at me instead it was like she was frozen. She didn't move at all.

"I just want to know your name, or do you like being called A.J.?" I said to the girl hoping I can get an answer or a nod.

"You can call me A.J." she said still not looking at me.

"Well A.J. I want you to come with me inside my office while I handle some business and you can help, then I take you to your home"

"Ok" she said and she got out the car heading towards the door. Sigh. Whatever happens to this girl must be messed up because I know where I'm from and being raised from the streets has gotten me nowhere but made me leave that life behind. I walked into the office and knew I wasn't going to hear the end of this.

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sorry i took so long.

btw theres pic of the man A.J. is telling yall about.

enjoy :)

~LifeTru