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Maddy
If I was a bad person, I would have killed him already right? Or am I a REALLY good person because I haven't killed him yet? Hmm, I'll have to think about that one… And who am I talking about exactly? Well, that's easy. I'm talking about the skinny bastard in the expensive looking suit talking about me, right in front of me, while ignoring me completely. Bastard.
This man (Bastard) was Mr. Jack Wingates, I'm sorry Mr. Jacque (insert French accent) Wingates. He is my social worker; how he become a social worker is mystery to me. What he was doing that was the reason for my slightly homicidal thoughts was that he was discussing the benefits of foster care to my only living relative. Said only living relative was also ignoring me, and listening intently to the Bastard.
You would think that a man as kind and caring as my father would have a sister that was equally kind and caring. Apparently not. The only thing they two have in common is a penchant for blunt honesty. My Aunt had brought her husband with her to this meeting, and I have to admit, I liked her husband a thousand times more than I like her. It was a wonder that two people so different could love each other, but then again, look at my parents.
Aunt Lillian's husband Richard, or Tony as he insist I call him, was trying to convince his wife that since they couldn't have children (don't know the story behind that one) this would be the perfect opportunity. But according to Aunt Lillian I was just the daughter of some whore that my father had paid big bucks to fuck. Yeah…I guess they weren't the closest of siblings.
"Really Richard darling, we can adopt some adorable little girl to call our own! Who knows what kind of diseases this girl has?" argued Aunt Lillian shrilly, or maybe that was how her voice always sounded…
"She's your niece Lily, and she needs you. We can't just leave her to face the world alone after she's lived such a sheltered life" reasoned Tony.
It was at this point that I saw how much Aunt Lillian loved her husband. Her pinched face slowly relaxed and she gave a small sigh of defeat before sending a soft look towards Tony. It would have been a cute moment if not for Jacque.
"If you insist on keeping the… girl, then I suggest a very strict, well-structured school. Like Yancys for example."
I had heard of Yancys, a school for troubled kids, a boarding school for troubled kids. Bastard. Luckily, Tony interrupted me before I could start beating on the snobby social worker.
"I really don't think Yancy is a good choice. There is a very nice private school a few blocks away from our home. We can enrol her there."
The last part was said to Aunt Lillian, who, though very hesitantly, nodded her consent. I guess I couldn't complain, at least they were willing to spend money on me, if the price for private schools was anything like what it was on TV.
"Well, then there are some paper I need you to fill out, but besides that the girl is all yours, so feel free to take her away," said Jacque, taking some papers out from his very posh and professional suitcase.
I could just hear the "from me" at the end of that sentence. Apparently so could Tony because he sent the social worker a cold glare before taking the papers.
Seeing that my presence was no longer necessary, I went to stand next to my Aunt, who had decided to let her husband do all the work. Besides stopping her nail filing to give me a disgusted look, Aunt Lillian did, and said, nothing to me while we waited for Tony.
When everything was done and over with (finally) and Jacque was gone, our new family left the office building we had been at and started to home, well, their home.
The house was huge! While it wasn't quite mansion, compared to the small apartment I had been living in, it could be likened to the White House. The car ride had been tense, that kind of uncomfortable silence where there's something the other person wants to say, but just can't. I suspected they wanted to ask about the condition of the apartment I was found in. I hated how awkward it was.
"There's a guest bedroom down the hall. I'm sure you can find it on your own. Come along Richard, I have something important I need to show you," and with that my Aunt was gone, dragging a reluctant looking Tony with her.
Tony didn't fight her grip, but he did mouth I'm sorry to me, which was at least something. I walked further into the rich house, admiring the expensive furniture and fancy decor. I had never had a problem living the middle class life but that didn't mean I couldn't appreciate high class when I saw it.
The guest room didn't take too long to find as it was possibly the only door in the house that wasn't closed. I guess Aunt Lillian was determined to isolate me to my own little part of her home. Again, I didn't mind. I had been raised to be a solitary creature and I would stay that way, no matter what.
The room obviously hadn't been used in a while if the cobwebs and thick layer of dust was any indication. There was a single bed in the middle of the room and that along with an antique dresser and a pine bookcase were the main furniture pieces in the room. The only personal items were the few photographs of Tony and Aunt Lillian, both looking obnoxiously happy, plastering the white walls.
I set my two suitcases that contained every needed and valuable item I have accumulated over my 16 years on the bed and sat down on the floor. I felt a stinging sensation behind my eyes and my throat was getting rather constricted. It was time to grieve some more.
I cried for what felt like an hour, but when I checked my watch was only ten minutes, before a knock came at my door. My mood flipped instantly. Wiping away tears and straightening out my clothes I stood a bright grin on my face and shouted a friendly "Come in!"
As expected, Tony walked through the door an uncertain smile on his handsome face. He gave my still slightly red eyes an apprehensive look before clearing his throat awkward and rubbing the back of his head.
"Sorry 'bout that. Your Aunt can be rather persistent at times," explained Tony, though I thought persistent was the wrong way to put it… "I just came in here to ask you something."
I tilted my head slightly, a rather animistic habit I had picked up from watching too much Animal Planet, to dad's great amusement. Tony cleared his thought again and continued.
"So Maddy, how would you feel about going to high school?"
High school, the devil's playground, chalked full of hormonal teenagers and drama. From what I had seen on TV and movies and read in books, this place would probably make my life hell. But what could I do? Aunt Lillian and Tony were too busy to homeschool me. I only had one choice.
"I would love to go," I chirped happily.
Maybe the relieved smile on Tony's face and the falling tension in the room would make this whole experience worth it. Probably not.
Done Sorry that took so long, rather busy week. Tell me what you think! Review Review Review!
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