AN: I will now pout. I don't like this story. It's one of the few getting
regular reviews. Therefore, I will now post more. I will now become
apparent in this chapter that I know little to none about child services
and 'the system.' I hate that. Nothing can pull you out of a story faster
than someone who obviously has no clue what they're talking about. That's
one reason why we often don't like Mary Sues.
Disclaimer: I don't own Animorphs. Jet is my own creation.
Chapter 5
The ride to the local child services office was fairly peaceful. I watched the houses and people out the window. I could have landed somewhere a lot worse. It looked like a nice neighborhood, and quiet too. Maybe the Yeerks weren't here yet? It would have broken my heart to learn that any of Cassie's picturesque family was controllers. They showed such a strong, quiet love for each other, and they had a connection to the earth that was hard to find in larger cities. Both parents were vets and Cassie helped in their wildlife rehabilitation center, the barn. They seemed to really appreciate the beauty of the world around them.
My good mood wasn't destined to last for long. Cassie's parents and I were ushered into an office with a small blonde lady. She wore a dress suit that was seriously outdated and a horrid shade of pinkish-cream. It seemed to suit her pinched face and long-suffering attitude though. She sat behind a desk and donned a pair of wire framed glasses that did nothing for her watery blue eyes. Then bending over her paperwork she asked, "Name?"
"Jetsam." She looked up at me without writing anything, then back down at her paper.
"Name?" "Jetsam." I repeated with a sigh. "That's not your name." "It's the only name I've ever been given." With a despairing sigh she wrote my name in a scratchy hand. "Birth date?" "Don't know." "You don't know?" "No one does. Except maybe my parents, but they decided not to tell me that when they abandoned me." Cassie's parents were sitting on either side of me, as if to protect me. I could tell I was making them uncomfortable, but I was really mad at this woman for questioning everything I said. The entire interview went that way. She said in the end that it would be a day or two before they could find a place for me and did I have anywhere to stay until then because their facilities were crowded at the moment. Cassie's mother immediately spoke up, saying I could stay with them. I smiled gratefully at her. "Thank you." I whispered to her as we left. "Its all right honey. Its no trouble at all." We drove back and I wondered briefly if I was safe now. Probably not, but it sure felt like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Animorphs. Jet is my own creation.
Chapter 5
The ride to the local child services office was fairly peaceful. I watched the houses and people out the window. I could have landed somewhere a lot worse. It looked like a nice neighborhood, and quiet too. Maybe the Yeerks weren't here yet? It would have broken my heart to learn that any of Cassie's picturesque family was controllers. They showed such a strong, quiet love for each other, and they had a connection to the earth that was hard to find in larger cities. Both parents were vets and Cassie helped in their wildlife rehabilitation center, the barn. They seemed to really appreciate the beauty of the world around them.
My good mood wasn't destined to last for long. Cassie's parents and I were ushered into an office with a small blonde lady. She wore a dress suit that was seriously outdated and a horrid shade of pinkish-cream. It seemed to suit her pinched face and long-suffering attitude though. She sat behind a desk and donned a pair of wire framed glasses that did nothing for her watery blue eyes. Then bending over her paperwork she asked, "Name?"
"Jetsam." She looked up at me without writing anything, then back down at her paper.
"Name?" "Jetsam." I repeated with a sigh. "That's not your name." "It's the only name I've ever been given." With a despairing sigh she wrote my name in a scratchy hand. "Birth date?" "Don't know." "You don't know?" "No one does. Except maybe my parents, but they decided not to tell me that when they abandoned me." Cassie's parents were sitting on either side of me, as if to protect me. I could tell I was making them uncomfortable, but I was really mad at this woman for questioning everything I said. The entire interview went that way. She said in the end that it would be a day or two before they could find a place for me and did I have anywhere to stay until then because their facilities were crowded at the moment. Cassie's mother immediately spoke up, saying I could stay with them. I smiled gratefully at her. "Thank you." I whispered to her as we left. "Its all right honey. Its no trouble at all." We drove back and I wondered briefly if I was safe now. Probably not, but it sure felt like it.
