This is my first story so I welcome any constructive criticism and prompts. I am English so am trying really hard to use all of the American systems and words! Hope you enjoy, there will be more Marvel characters introduced in the next few chapters!
*** PLEASE READ: I have received some feedback that people cannot read this story, maybe due to the formatting. I can read it on both my laptop and phone so would like to hear if anyone else has had this problem and if so what device are you on? I am not too sure how to fix this so any help I would be grateful. Thanks!***
Skye jumped at the knock on her door. It was 5:00pm and she had just settled on her bed to do some holiday reading. She was going to start 9th Grade in September and wanted to get a head start on her course books. Being in foster home number 20, Skye knew she was being too optimistic in hoping she would last until September but something about the Jameson's made her positive. 'No hopeful is dangerous' she reasoned with herself. But that doesn't mean that Skye couldn't dream. Being constantly moved from home to home, Skye knew her schoolwork could be better, therefore, she was determined to try and make this home work. No one wanted a failed student, not even the Jameson's.
Skye sighed, yanked her earphones out and moved over to the door. After unlocking the door (yes, she still wanted to keep herself safe) she opened it to find Mr. Jameson looking perplexed.
"Uh Mary?"
"Skye" she replied forcefully. The Jameson's may be one of the better homes, but they were still traditional.
"Mary, please can you come downstairs for a minute? Jane and I want to have a word."
Skye didn't fail to notice the way he kept glancing down and wringing his hands. Her breathing picked up as she slowly followed him out of her room and downstairs. Skye took her seat across from the Jameson's at the dinning room table and prepared for the worst. 'They're going to send me back' she thought. She knew this was going to come at one point, it always did but she couldn't help hoping that this time would be different. Skye liked the Jameson's; they weren't unkind and usually left her to get on with things by herself. They hadn't starved her, and she could put her own pictures up on her wall. Not that she had many.
"Mary" Mr Jameson started seriously, placing his hands on the table. "Mary, we have enjoyed looking after you these last three months, however, we have decided that we can't take you in anymore. Please can you go and pack your things." It wasn't a question; it was an order. He had kept it short and simple, no beating around the bush and despite not wanting to, Skye respected him for that.
Not waiting another second Skye jumped up from the table and without a second glance sprinted to her room. She tried to stop the tears from falling but failed as a sob escaped her. 'I'm worthless, damaged, they don't want a kid like that' Skye thought. But at the same time the dormant anger that she had been suppressing since being abandoned as a baby erupted through her. 'This isn't fair, I tried so so hard to make this work!'. Without thinking Skye picked up her red sparkly lamp and threw it, full force, through the window. The immediate smash was deafening and resounded throughout the house, but Skye didn't stop there. As her devastation at being abandoned again washed through her she started to throw her bedding off the bed and onto the floor. Finally, her body gave out and she just laid on the floor, a broken pile of sorrow and rage. Yet, Skye couldn't stop hoping that Mr Jameson was going to come up, see her pain and apologize, say they had made a mistake, that they actually wanted her. But no one did. So when Sharon Carter, Skye's social worker, turned up 15 minutes later Skye was packed and sitting numbly on her wrecked mattress.
Miss Carter had been Mary's social worker for 10 years and ever since she heard the sarcastic and witty 4-year-old telling a nun that she should 'go to hell', she had been in love with her. That's why as soon as Sharon had walked in on Skye sitting among a shipwreck, her heart had broken.
Skye slowly raised her gaze to meet her mentor's. The haunted look that dominated her eyes pulled on Miss Carters heartstrings, but she had to remain objective. "Skye come on, let's go. We can talk when we're back home"
Skye didn't have the heart to explain that she didn't have a home. Instead she just picked up her bin bag and followed Miss Carter to her doom.
