If Mother Nature had a Daughter

The New Foster Home

Well, Bob got caught. My social service worker came in for "a surprise visit" that's what Bob said anyway, her visit had been scheduled for over 3 months now. She came in to Bob so drunk that he started hitting on her and basically trying to get her into bed with him. Now I am not going to go into detail, but let's just say he's lucky all he got charged with was being drunk with a foster kid in the house. That man could've been charged with so much more. My social worker told me that she was going to have me stay with her for the night due to all of the other on call homes being full. That's how it works around here, you are finally in a tolerable home and then suddenly you are ripped away, never knowing what hit you. 

I packed the few clothes I had, by few I mean 2 shirts, 1 pair of pants, 1 underwear set, 1 pair of shoes and 1 pair of socks. I like to go into detail about the amount of things I have to give people perspective. They think their life sucks, go try and be the property of the State. You don't know a crappy life until you've been through the system. And yes, I mean THE system. Juvie sucked, but it was better than having to worry about eating when you're only eleven years old. 

The new home I walked into gave me a cold shudder. The people looked off, their pale skin creeped me out. I smiled shyly at them, I have never been so fearful of any new family in my entire life. I looked at my social worker with a desperate look begging for me not to have to live here. She looked at me with sorry eyes, knowing that this lovely couple had been approved by the State and unless she could somehow prove they were abusive, I am stuck here. 

After my social worker had left things only got more creepy. They kept looking at me, huge smiles on their faces. The woman was beautiful, she had beautiful and piercing green eyes, silky and long blonde hair. Very thin and very tall, gives you a Supermodel feel. The man was very attractive himself, black hair with gorgeous blue eyes. The longer I looked at them, the prettier they got. What creeped me out is how they weren't saying anything, almost as though they thought I would run. 

"Hello Camilla, my name is Amelia and this is my husband Charlie. We are so excited to have you in our home. Charlie and I have wanted children for years, but we were never fortunate enough to have such a gift. But now with you, we finally have the chance. We hope you like it here. Was the drive here okay? I know it can be a long drive. Where did you come from? Where-"

"Amelia please, let the poor girl have the chance to speak." Charlie smiled at his wife, you could see the pure love in their eyes. I have never seen two people so madly in love. I wonder if my parents loved one another like Amelia and Charlie?

"So Camilla, are you hungry?" Amelia asked me. I could tell she was anxious to hear my voice. 

"Yea, a little." Her smile only got bigger. Her teeth are so beautiful, perfectly white and perfectly straight. "You have beautiful teeth." I blurted out, not meaning to. 

"Why thank you, good genes I guess you could say." I saw her trying to hide her smile and Charlie looked just as happy. These are the first people who seemed like they actually wanted children. I might just like it here. 

Their home is huge and the inside is beautiful. Dark floors, white cabinets, granite counter tops and stainless steel appliances. Everything about this place is beautiful. I love how it all goes together too. Who are these people? And why would they want to foster and not just adopt?

"So Camilla, tell us about yourself." Charlie asked with a smile.

"Well, there's not much to say. I have been in and out of foster care since I was born. I haven't ever been anywhere longer than 6 months. Bob was my longest lasting foster home. I like learning but I hate school. I don't have any hobbies. I want to be a doctor when I grow up." Amelia looked at me with concern in her eyes and Charlie had the same face. 

"Surely there's something you like to do." She insisted. "What about shopping? I remember when I was your age, I would beg my father for money every day so I could go to the mall with my friends."

"I don't go shopping."

"We should go now! Right babe?"

"Amelia, she just got here. We should show her, her room. Then we can discuss activities for later this evening."

"Charlie I hate it when you're right. But yes, come, I designed your room myself." We walked up the stairs. My room was the last room on the right. When I walked in, I felt like crying. I had never seen such a nice place, and the fact that it was for me, I couldn't help but a tear shed. "Oh honey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." I sniffled, trying not to let her see me cry. I need to keep up my tough guy game. 

"Well honey, if there's anything we need to know, please tell us. We are your parents-" Amelia stopped talking in her track, she was waiting for me to bite back I just know it. But I don't want anymore homes, I want this one to work. They're very nice people. I feel like I finally belong in a home and I don't want anyone to start all over again. These people seem like they want kids too. 

"Thank you." I put my bag down on my bed and started to "unpack". I pulled out the other shirt I owned and set it in the top drawer of my dresser. Amelia looked at me as though she was expecting me to unpack more. 

"Is that all of your things?" Charlie asked, concern was all over his face. 

"Yes."

"Off to the mall." They spoke at the same time. I set my bag down and followed after them, the weirdest thing when walking with them is how fast they walk. They walk at an abnormal speed and it kind of freaks me out. 

When we got to the mall it wasn't the stereotypical mall that you would find teens my age. There were elderly people and middle aged people everywhere. The stores smelled expensive, if that's even a thing. The stores were called Prada, Louis Vuitton, Burberry, Rolex, Chanel, Gucci, Oscar de la Renta and many stores like it. Amelia took me in each store, grabbed so many different types of clothes, would have me try them on and then would squeal because she loved every outfit on me. We walked out of each store spending thousands of dollars. Charlie wasn't even batting an eye when the clerk would ring up the cost. 

"Thank you guys for my clothes. I have never owned so many clothes in my entire life."

"Oh you're very welcome dear. We just want you to fit in your new school." Amelia smiled.

"New school?"

"Oh, Charlie we forgot to tell her." Amelia gasped. 

"Camilla, we decided to move you out of the school you are at. Your new school will be much better for you. We have heard how smart you are and we want you to be challenged. If you are into sports then this school has an amazing sports program, from volleyball to water polo. Whatever your heart desires, this school probably has it." Charlie was proud of this school and if this is a requirement to stay with these people, then I will most definitely go for it. 

"Oh cool, what's it called?" 

"Marium Webster Academy. The kids call it MWA for short these days. It's where I met Amelia." They looked at each other with loving eyes. 

I think I may have finally found my family. 

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Hey lovelies!

I wanted to dedicate this chapter to @intrestingcat because they have been the number one fan to this new novel. I also appreciate their insight and views, thought I could give you a shout out! Thanks for your support!

-Haley