The typhoon was far off in the distance now. Melissa sat in the seat opposite Jackson. When they had first gotten on the plane it was all good. Melissa chattered on about how much she missed home and school, and her big comfy bed. But soon after, when she started talking about her parents, he fell silent. At first she didn't notice, until a couple minutes had passed, he hadn't said a word. she turned around to look at him, but he just staring out the tiny window into the sunset. That was 2 hours ago, he hadn't spoken since. Oh no. What had she done. She had certainly offended him by chattering endlessly about her parents, when he hardly knew his own.
Jackson's thoughts were different. Of course when he had started not speaking, it was because of being bummed about this whole situation with the foster homes. He was so fed up of being unwanted, all of his foster families had him for like 2 months before they got sick of , the problem child. It wasn't his fault he had 2 faced friends, well former friends anyway. They had well, changed him, he really wasn't bad, just a loner.
But that's not what worried him now, he was worried about what awaited him when he got home. They would send his away from the Farsens, his current foster family. He hadn't seen his real mom since he was 7, on that dreaded day when they dragged him away from everyone he loved, and shoved him in a dirty, shack of an orphanage. He remembered those days, he didn't speak for 4 months strait. Until thy send him to a doctor, because they thought he couldn't speak. So to prove it, he kicked the headmaster of the orphanage and said, Ha! The next day he was "deported" to a foster family in another state.
And even worse, he would most likely get send to juvi, or even prison. For the crime that he had quote" committed". Never. As the plane began to touch into the city limits, he shook. All of these kids, their future was so sure, they would all be loved and spoiled rotten to make up for what happened. But what would his future hold?
As predicted, all of the others ran off the plane into their parents loving arms. He gulped, he was the last on to exit the plane. A social worker walked up to him then pointed to the object that had been holding his attention. All of them were a little bit aware of the flashing blue and red lights of the police car. Jackson walked up to it with his most unfrightened expression. A hefty officer handcuffed his and shoved his roughly into the back seat.
Trying not to look scared of of mind and depressed, he smirked at the officer, who nodded back. " Cody Jackson we meet again."
Jackson coughed, " I go by Jackson now."
" We don't refer to criminals by nicknames."
" And you arrested me why? I'm not a criminal, yet. What have I done.
" You have a record kid. When a guy like you is found fleeing from the scene of a crime, it usually means that you did it." Jackson scowled at him through the rearview mirror.
He really didn't want to talk about it right now, he was burning inside. So he changed the subject. " Nice welcoming committee officer Randal, I was expecting at least like, a fruit basket. You know, after being stranded on a deserted island, almost dying of a tropical illness, I feel really loved."
When they arrived at the police station, the officers were quick to throw him in a cell. Now this brought back bad memories. One's of his lonely days in the cold orphanage, huddled under rags of blankets, trying to make his horrible life disappear behind him. It worked sometimes, but when he lifted the blankets after hours, it was still just him in a cold, dark room with 50 beds in it. Just his stupid life. He let just a few tears escape before falling asleep on the cold, wet mattress. Innocence robbed.
