Title: By A Route Obscure and Lonely
Author: Nerrivik
E-mail: Nerrivik@msn.com
Rating: R (language)
Category: CC/AU
Disclaimer: If I owned it, I would be rich and hated. The title is a verse from Edgar Alan Poe's "Dream-Land" also not mine.
Summary: Michael is sent away from Roswell when he is 10 yrs old, to live somewhere else. Aliens exist, but most everything will change. This is my story so nanny. ( I suck at summaries.)
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"Get your things together kid, I'm finally getting rid of your delinquent ass!" yelled Bob, kicking the mattress 10 year old Michael slept on.
"Whatever," Michael muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He'd lived in this God forsaken town for four years, had lived with ten different families and had yet to leave this trailer park.
While shoving the few belonging he actually owned into a shopping bag, he secretly wondered where he'd be going now. "Ugh, I hope it's not with crazy old Ms. Kinder!" he mused in his head, she had atleast ten cats and always smelled like cat poop.
A knock at the door brought Michael out of his reverie and announced the arrival of Mr. Sanchez, Michael's case worker. Mr. Sanchez was an OK guy, he seemed to care, kinda young though. Michael had had some real jerks who seemed burned out and treated him like dirt, Mr. Sanchez though always seemed worried about Michael and would try to talk to him. He wouldn't get far, but it was nice to know someone cared, even if it was their job.
Mr. Sanchez suggested Michael "go out and play", while he talked about some adult issues with Bob. Which basically meant, "We are going to talk about YOU, so go outside." Michael was used to this though, and even if he were allowed to stay in the room, he would rarely be acknowledged. They talked about him like he wasn't there, and it made him mad. Like he was a problem that none of them really wanted to deal with.
"I never asked to be born." Michael muttered as he began throwing rocks at tin cans set on a broken down wood fence. He wondered if anyone would see him if he used his powers, he wanted to practice them. Looking around, he noticed no one was outside. Walking further out of view, towards the fence, he raised his hand. The palm of him hand began to feel warm.
"BAM!" a screen door slammed, scaring Michael, and nearly causing him to send an erratic power blast. 'What the heck was I thinking,' Michael thought, watching as Mr. Sanchez and Bob walked towards the vehicle in his front yard, 'No wonder Max was always worried that I am going to do something crazy.'
Michael quickly joined the two men near the car, "Well, I sure am going to miss him," Bob began, ruffling Michael's hair, "We have become pals since he came to stay with me." Michael snorted in protest, yeah if pals meant treating him like trash, that's exactly the relationship they had.
Michael climbed into the backseat of the gray sedan, buckling his seat belt before Mr. Sanchez closed the door. Soon after Mr. Sanchez climbed into the front seat and started the engine. Trailers began to pass, he wondered if he would be going to the North Lot this time, they were the nicer trailers. Best of all, most of them had cable.
It never occurred to him to call and tell Isabelle and Max that he was moving. It never occurred to him that this time he would be moving far away…….