"Ok, tell me, what can you see?" I stared at him blankly. I hate inkblot cards. "Come on Morgan you've gotta talk"
I gave him another stare and raised my eyebrow.
It's not like I'm emo or anything I just don't see the point in talking, I mean animals do it all the time, they communicate without using words. When I was a kid I never talked to anybody but my best mate, I was quiet but at the same time I wasn't shy.
"Whatever," he said raking his hand through his hair the way he does when he gives up, "Your new foster family will be here soon."
I poke my tongue out at Dave and get my suitcase.
I honestly can look after myself I don't know why the social workers had to get involved. I don't even get why they call them social workers in the first place, they're the last people I'd want to socialize with.
Lots of different people come into this waiting room. Some come here because it is best for them and they know it and others are forced here. I fall under the category of "forced". Nobody asked me if I wanted their so called "help". Nobody asked me if I wanted a new family because, as far as they think, I don't have one.
A happy and obviously rich family comes through the door.
They walk up to the register and then the receptionist points to me. The family come over and introduce themselves.
Great, I'm staying with a Mr. and Mrs. Brown.
Mr. Brown goes to pick up the suitcase and is taken aback when he realizes it's a lot lighter than he must have thought. Hey, I'm more of a use what I can find sort of girl.
We walk out of the Social Services place and I catch a glimpse of a little mouse head graffitied on the wall. I have to turn away but my eyes have already blurred up.
The Browns lead me to their car, which is a Lambor-freakin-Ghini. They open the door for me and I sit down on their plush, leather seats. Pretty comfy.
They ask questions like: "What my favourite food is?" (No reply) "Do I play any sports?" (No reply) "Have I ever had a foster family before?" (No reply) "Where do you come from?" (No reply).
And they say things like: "We have a daughter called Sammy and a son called Harry." (No comment) "We live very close to the school." (No comment) and "You will have your own room, which used to be the guestroom." (No comment).