Lexi's POV

Ugh. I hate this office and everything that comes along with it. Nothing good ever happens when I am in this office like this. I cannot wait to wash my hands of this place for good. They try and tell you that they'll do their best that everything they're doing is for the best. How can that possibly be true when they are the ones ripping your family apart.

"So good morning Alexis Grey? How are you doing today?" my social worker asked as she walked into the room, heels clacking with what I assume are the files belonging to me and my siblings. why does she always feel the need to address me by my full name, even months after we have known each other. I have to say that of all my social workers Mrs. Beck is by far the perkiest. I'm guessing she's new, and after a few years all this spark and need to help "lost" children will be gone. Especially when she has lost more kids than she has saved.

"I'm good" I replied dryly I always believe in being nice to the good ones even if you don't want to be because then they would like you more and at least put in more effort.

"So the good news is that you won your scholarship. Isn't that great?" she asked not even waiting for an answer continued. "I'm also sad to tell you that I also have bad news, I have yet to find a foster home for you and all your siblings, but I did manage to get the twins together, although they are not with their prospective twin….. I don't know I- it's just that um…" yea did I mention that she has the tendency to blabber on and on and then start to stutter when she feels like she has let you down. It would be cute if she was talking about someone else's life and not mine. At this moment it is downright annoying and frankly I'm getting pissed off by the second

"What are you saying exactly?" I asked trying to not lose it and stick to my rule about being nice to social workers.

"Ok so you have twin siblings Aiden and Jada which are the fraternal twins, boy and girl and then identical twin sisters Spencer and Taylor-

"I already know this plus it's all n the file which means you should already know this, can you just get to the point?"

"Um well originally you were all placed in separate foster homes and when I tried to rectify that there seemed to have been some mix up the paperwork and I tried to get you all placed together when I was unable to do that due to space I tried to get the twins together…." See what I mean, still blabbering. "Well now we have Taylor and Aiden in the same foster home and Jada and Spencer are in the same foster home."

I tried to process what she said and though it was not ideal at least the younger ones, Jada and Aiden had the older ones to look out for them, which is the next best thing since I am unable to at the moment.

"Ok now back to the scholarship, aren't you excited…" I usually tune her out she tends to ramble on even without having another person present for the conversation. At the moment I was tuning her out to stare at myself in the mirror behind her, wondering why I decided not to put a brush through it it now my curly brown head of hair is going to a be a bitch to control when I do decide to comb it. My usually olive/tan skin tone looks a little pale if that is even possible, I was now looking at my eyes they are way too far apart and look dead and tired at the moment,

"Did you hear me?"

"Huh sorry" I tried my best to look apologetic which I am sure I failed at miserably.

"I was just saying that the court has mandated that you have a stellar attendance at this new school, and to keep your scholarship you have to maintain at least a B average."

I knew I was smart but when I first found out that I might get a scholarship I was sure that there had to be some kind of fluke. Scholarships aren't for kids like me. If a kid in foster care gets a scholarship it's usually the ones who are adopted or are so perfect that their foster family keeps them. Or the ones that are socially inept or just plain weird. Which unfortunately we have an abundance of those in the foster care system or group homes whichever you see fit.

I listened to her speech about the requirements and all the things I need to do to not get kicked out of yet another school. And about how we would have to have a meeting every other Thursday to see how I was doing. I had already gathered my things to go when Mrs. Beck stopped me.

"I know you want your siblings back all under one roof and I know you turn eighteen in a few months, so this is the time to buck up and try and prove to the courts that you are responsible enough to get the job done". She said all of this while staring right into my eyes while I stared back at her dumbfounded. 1) because I am still not used her saying phrases such as buck up and 2) I mean even though that was my plan I have yet to tell anyone about it. So how did she even guess that that was what I was up. It was the whole reason I applied for the scholarship in the first place.

I drove the hour that it takes to get from Mrs. Beck's office to the diner where I work. I was a little early for my shift so looked at the Brochure that Mrs. Beck gave me for the new school that I would start on Monday. I am already behind seeing that three weeks of school has already went by. On the brochure was a bunch of rich kids laughing and having fun, with not a care in the world. They seemed to have all that they could ever need and want, what I wouldn't give to be like one of them. I changed into my black slacks and clack top, which is standard uniform for anyone that works at Mercer's Restaurant. I have been working here for a few months now and I have come to really like the job. The food is amazing and since it's kind of upscale we get fancy customers who leave fancy tips. So that's a plus. I told my manager about school and that I wouldn't be as available I usually am. I finished my shift at around 11 and ending the night with a decent amount of tips. It was surprisingly slow for a Friday night.