I sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair. I could hear every word they were saying. I wonder if they knew that. "She comes off a little shy and secluded, but she really is a great kid." Ms. Viola said. Like I haven't heard that before, I scoffed. That's her line she tells every foster family who has an interest in me. "Oh, we have no doubt." A man's calm voice said. He had one of those voices that made you think he was good looking. But I have not seen him yet so I wouldn't know. I saw a woman with caramel colored hair poke her head out of the room the three of them were talking in. Ms. Viola, and a married couple, interested in taking home a new daughter. When the woman saw I was looking at her, she smiled a warm and friendly smile. I looked away, keeping my face blank. One thing I've learned, is people can be deceiving.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the woman frown slightly, then go back into the room. What can I say, I was used to disappointing people. "Would you like to meet your new daughter?" Ms. Viola asked, I could hear the fake smile in her voice. Apparently Ms. Viola forgot to mention the small, little, most important word of that whole sentence. Foster. This new couple will be just like all the other foster families. Keep me around for about three months, enough time to save up there weekly checks, then send me back here. Like nothing happened. The longest foster family I stayed at was for a year, and that was the family before these people. My thoughts began to travel back, when Ms. Viola's voice brought me back to reality. "Bella?" She asked, you could tell from her voice that she thought less of me. It's not like I have a long line of probable family's that want to adopt me, I'm seventeen, I'm long pass the cute stage.
I looked at her, waiting for her to go through her normal routine of introducing me to them. Them. That's what I use to refer to the couples. It was me against them. And so far, it was a losing battle. A part of me cant wait until I age out of the system. Then I can get away from it all, pretend like it never happen. "Bella, this is Dr. Cullen, and his wife. Carlisle, Esme, I'd like you to meet Bella." Ms. Viola said, with another fake smile. The woman, Esme, seemed to notice this, because she glanced at Ms. Viola out of the corner of her eyes. The look was disappointment. "Hello, Bella." The man, Carlisle, greeted me. I looked at him, his face was sincere, and a welcoming smile lit up his face. I sighed, and looked away. Happy people are always the worst at first, and even worse when they drop me off, and run. "Well, Bella why don't you grab your bag, and we'll walk out to the Cullen's car." Ms. Viola said, nodding to my lone suitcase on the ground next to me. "Bag?" Esme asked, looking shocked by the singular. What does she expect? A foster kid to have a closet full of clothes? Give me a break. I rolled my eyes, stood up, grabbed my suitcase, and walked in the direction of the main entrance. A few moments later, I heard footsteps following me.
I got to the main doors, and stopped. I looked out into the parking lot. There were five cars. Two mini-vans, Ms. Viola's mini cooper, a Camry, and a Mercedes Benz. I walked outside, and made my way up to the Mercedes Benz. Dr. Cullen and his wife exchanged an uneasy glance. Like it was some mystery I was able to pick out a doctors car between an old beat up Camry, and a Benz. I'm a foster kid, I'm not stupid. Ms. Viola gave me a look, as if to say I did something wrong. "How did you know this was our car?" Dr. Cullen asked, looking to his car, raising an eyebrow. "It's called, using your brain." I said, tapping my temple with my finger. "Bella." Ms. Viola warned, narrowing her eyes at me. I glared at her. Dr. Cullen cleared his throat. "You ready to go home, Bella?" Dr. Cullen asked, smiling the welcoming one again. "Home." I mumbled. I would never be home. I'll never have a home. Mrs. Cullen opened the back door for me. "Bella, it was nice seeing you again. Shall we not try for another time?" Ms. Viola asked, eyeing me. "Bye, Vi." I said, smiling at the nickname I gave her four years ago. I sat down on the seat, and Mrs. Cullen shut the door behind me. "Call me anytime. I really hope this works out." Ms. Viola said. "We're hopeful." Dr. Cullen said, smiling. I watched as they both got into the car, Dr. Cullen started it, and we drove away.
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