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Surreal Occurrences
~Day of Change
Today I was moved to a new foster family, the Reynolds or something I don't know or frankly care. They have one daughter, Christy; she's about my age if not younger but I didn't care enough to ask. I mean they don't care about me so why should I put the effort into acting polite to them when I know in two weeks or less I'll get moved into another family. That's right, I don't.
Yesterday was my birthday, August 3rd, but I doubt anyone knows, I don't share things about myself if I have a choice. And the fact of the matter is that no one has ever been able to force me to do anything against my will yet, meaning no I haven't indulged anyone in information about myself.
Normally I am calm, though distant, when I move in with a new family, however today was different. Maybe it was their daughter Christy that got one my nerves, I mean how many times does she have to say, "You have a weird name, Surreal, what does that mean?" or "Why are you here, don't you have a family," I mean I am going to crack. Or maybe it was how this was my third family this week. I was with the Parkers until I accidentally set their dog on fire, honestly it was an accident. I might have wished for something like that to happen as the dog was chewing on my favorite shirt, but I didn't mean for it to happen.
After that I was sent to live with the Davidson family. They were much worse than the Parkers. Mrs. Davidson took it upon herself to see that I was rid of all the "trash" I wore. This included my snake tattoo on my lower back, my bellybutton and six ear piercings, and all of the black in my wardrobe (meaning at least half of my clothes).
She went into my room, when I was at school, and stole all of my earrings and dark clothes and put them in trash bags. She went as far as putting to the bags on the curb to be picked up the next day by the trash truck before I got to the house. After school I always go straight to my room, I'm not one for the casual family talk about school, "How was your day honey" etc. Upon opening my door I already knew what she had done. She made me so mad I just turned around and as calmly as I could manage glided down the stairs to find her sitting in front of the TV.
Again I didn't mean to but when I saw her calmly sitting there, looking as if she had done nothing wrong I exploded, but the thing is I wasn't the only thing that exploded. The TV burst into millions of sparks and pieces of burnt plastic. Then after flickering for a few minutes the electricity was blown out. After that display, further freaking me out after the fire and dog two days ago, I left the house making sure to grab the trash bags on the street on the way out.
The foster home found me, after the Davidson's had finally called them, some hours later blocks away still marching down the street angrily.
Now I find myself in the third foster home of the week, a new record even for me. I mean weird stuff like this has been happening to me for years, normally being followed by packs of owls swarming to the foster home afterward. I never get to see what happens after that, they get sent off with a note or something and don't come back until the next year, around the same time too, it's a bit bizarre actually.
But this time it was different, generally I only have "occurrences" as I like to call them when I am particularly mad, but with the Reynolds I wasn't mad, more like excessively annoyed.
Christy does not seem to know when to leave me alone. I have only been in the house for a few hours, I haven't even unpacked my suitcase yet, when she comes into my room and starts to pester me, again.
"So you really don't know why you have your name? It is kinda unusual," she says as she starts to look through one of my trash bags. As I said, suitcase.
"No, I do not know why I was named Surreal, now back off," I said rather condescendingly, she needs to learn when to leave while she's still alive.
"Well you know I was named Christy because my grandma . . ." Ok not I am extremely pissed off and just turn to glare at her when I noticed Christy had begun to twitch and spasm. Instead of feeling sorry for her I continued to glare at her and she started to scream as she fell to the floor.
I could hear her parents running up the stairs and decided it was probably time to go. It had only been two hours and already I had to leave. I was not stupid or naïve enough to believe what happened to Christy was not my own doing, why? Because I knew I did it, I wanted her to hurt, and well I guess she did.
I took off, with my still unpacked trash bags and made for the street. And once again they found me, I was taken back to the foster care center. I don't think they are going to put me in another home anytime soon.
I was in my room at the center again, waiting for the inevitable rampage of the administrator, Mrs. Hacklebarrow, to fall upon me. So it wasn't unexpected when the door to my room opened and Mrs. Hacklebarrow stepped through, although it didn't look as if she was about to yell at me.
"You have a visitor," now that threw me. In all of my sixteen years here I had never had those words aimed at me. Some other kids here had people visit them all the time, but me, with no family to speak of, never.
"Uhh, who?" like I knew what to say, who would be visiting me, I didn't think I knew anyone.
"Come out to greet them, they may even be able to get you off our hands," she sneered at me before leaving to go talk more with my visitors.
Well if they could get me out of this dump, I may even try to make a good impression. I walked into the main hall, it was a little ways away from my room, and I don't think Mrs. Hacklebarrow wanted people to see me when they first walked in.
The hall had a desk in one corner facing the double doors that led to the parking lot. It was such a plain room of light beiges I wanted to throw up, but then I saw my visitors.
It was a man and a woman; I'm guessing their married, though they could be siblings looking so much alike as they were. The man wore black slacks and shoes, and a nice pressed black dress shirt with a black cloak over top, I think I already like him. He had long blond hair which to keep it out of his eyes was pulled back with a black bow, though it didn't look girly at all.
The woman was dressed in an elegant dark blue dress that flowed onto the floor, the sleeves were bell shaped and it had a scoop neckline. Her blond hair was left loose and flowing to her waist.
Suddenly I felt under-dressed in my dark green halter top, that if I may say so brings out my eyes nicely, tight black leather pants (I didn't steal them, I had a job once when I stayed with a family for more than one week), and black high heeled boots, they bring me from my 5'5" height to a nice 5'8". My mid-back length, layered black hair was up in a ponytail and I had my ever-popular make-up on (black eye-liner and mascara with dark green eye shadow and dark red lipstick) and finally I had all my nails painted black. Again, I like black and it sort of fits, with my last name being Black, even if it is ironic.
"Surreal this is Mr. and Mrs. Lucius Malfoy, they have come to see if they can adopt you," Mrs. Hacklebarrow really does want me gone, she's all smiles and politeness and seems delighted by the fact that these people, uhh right the Malfoys, want to adopt me. But hey I'm not too sad either.
Mr. Malfoy stepped closer to me smiled and put out his hand, "It's nice to finally meet to Ms. Black and I hope to get to know you much better in the near future."
Well he seems nice.
"I was hoping to get some time to speak with Ms. Black alone, Mrs. Hacklebarrow thank you."
Whoa, can you say dismissal. And she's leaving I never thought I would see the day when the old witch would be sent away like a servant without so much as a word, she just left. These people must be rich or have some kinds power in high places. Now I'm definitely in awe, and why would they want to adopt me.
"Ms. Black we are indeed here to adopt you, we are in fact good friends of your parents."
Oh, that's why. "And sorry if this sounds rude, but who are my parents and why are you just showing up now, you would think that if you are such great friends you would have taken me from this hell years ago," ok that is definitely rude but hey I want some answers.
"Well Ms. Black we were just able to locate you, you were taken from your parents at a very young age and placed here for protection from those who were after your parents. And if you agree to come with us we will be able to explain everything that has been happening to you and all about your parents," Lucius said.
"How do you know what's been going on with me, the foster center was supposed to keep that quiet, and just so you know I didn't mean any of it, it was an accident . . ." he cut me off.
"My dear Ms. Black do not worry about the unexpected occurrences, they are most natural for someone like us."
"And who is us? And I'm sick of the whole Ms. Black thing, just call me Surreal," now I was agitated who did he think he was cutting me off like that, and acting all condescending to me.
"Alright Surreal, we are wizards or in your case, a witch, we can do magic. Why else would there be hundreds of owls at your doorstep every year. They were there to deliver your Hogwarts letter" he held up his hand for me to keep quiet when I opened my mouth to protest, "Hogwarts is a school for witchcraft and wizardry, both myself and my wife Narcissa have attended and graduated from Hogwarts, and currently my son attends."
Well it is a very extravagant story to make up and it would explain all the stuff I have been able to do recently, because for some reason I don't think that setting a dog on fire with one's mind is what we would call "normal." But maybe in this world it is normal, well I'm gonna find out.
Surreal Occurrences
~Day of Change
Today I was moved to a new foster family, the Reynolds or something I don't know or frankly care. They have one daughter, Christy; she's about my age if not younger but I didn't care enough to ask. I mean they don't care about me so why should I put the effort into acting polite to them when I know in two weeks or less I'll get moved into another family. That's right, I don't.
Yesterday was my birthday, August 3rd, but I doubt anyone knows, I don't share things about myself if I have a choice. And the fact of the matter is that no one has ever been able to force me to do anything against my will yet, meaning no I haven't indulged anyone in information about myself.
Normally I am calm, though distant, when I move in with a new family, however today was different. Maybe it was their daughter Christy that got one my nerves, I mean how many times does she have to say, "You have a weird name, Surreal, what does that mean?" or "Why are you here, don't you have a family," I mean I am going to crack. Or maybe it was how this was my third family this week. I was with the Parkers until I accidentally set their dog on fire, honestly it was an accident. I might have wished for something like that to happen as the dog was chewing on my favorite shirt, but I didn't mean for it to happen.
After that I was sent to live with the Davidson family. They were much worse than the Parkers. Mrs. Davidson took it upon herself to see that I was rid of all the "trash" I wore. This included my snake tattoo on my lower back, my bellybutton and six ear piercings, and all of the black in my wardrobe (meaning at least half of my clothes).
She went into my room, when I was at school, and stole all of my earrings and dark clothes and put them in trash bags. She went as far as putting to the bags on the curb to be picked up the next day by the trash truck before I got to the house. After school I always go straight to my room, I'm not one for the casual family talk about school, "How was your day honey" etc. Upon opening my door I already knew what she had done. She made me so mad I just turned around and as calmly as I could manage glided down the stairs to find her sitting in front of the TV.
Again I didn't mean to but when I saw her calmly sitting there, looking as if she had done nothing wrong I exploded, but the thing is I wasn't the only thing that exploded. The TV burst into millions of sparks and pieces of burnt plastic. Then after flickering for a few minutes the electricity was blown out. After that display, further freaking me out after the fire and dog two days ago, I left the house making sure to grab the trash bags on the street on the way out.
The foster home found me, after the Davidson's had finally called them, some hours later blocks away still marching down the street angrily.
Now I find myself in the third foster home of the week, a new record even for me. I mean weird stuff like this has been happening to me for years, normally being followed by packs of owls swarming to the foster home afterward. I never get to see what happens after that, they get sent off with a note or something and don't come back until the next year, around the same time too, it's a bit bizarre actually.
But this time it was different, generally I only have "occurrences" as I like to call them when I am particularly mad, but with the Reynolds I wasn't mad, more like excessively annoyed.
Christy does not seem to know when to leave me alone. I have only been in the house for a few hours, I haven't even unpacked my suitcase yet, when she comes into my room and starts to pester me, again.
"So you really don't know why you have your name? It is kinda unusual," she says as she starts to look through one of my trash bags. As I said, suitcase.
"No, I do not know why I was named Surreal, now back off," I said rather condescendingly, she needs to learn when to leave while she's still alive.
"Well you know I was named Christy because my grandma . . ." Ok not I am extremely pissed off and just turn to glare at her when I noticed Christy had begun to twitch and spasm. Instead of feeling sorry for her I continued to glare at her and she started to scream as she fell to the floor.
I could hear her parents running up the stairs and decided it was probably time to go. It had only been two hours and already I had to leave. I was not stupid or naïve enough to believe what happened to Christy was not my own doing, why? Because I knew I did it, I wanted her to hurt, and well I guess she did.
I took off, with my still unpacked trash bags and made for the street. And once again they found me, I was taken back to the foster care center. I don't think they are going to put me in another home anytime soon.
I was in my room at the center again, waiting for the inevitable rampage of the administrator, Mrs. Hacklebarrow, to fall upon me. So it wasn't unexpected when the door to my room opened and Mrs. Hacklebarrow stepped through, although it didn't look as if she was about to yell at me.
"You have a visitor," now that threw me. In all of my sixteen years here I had never had those words aimed at me. Some other kids here had people visit them all the time, but me, with no family to speak of, never.
"Uhh, who?" like I knew what to say, who would be visiting me, I didn't think I knew anyone.
"Come out to greet them, they may even be able to get you off our hands," she sneered at me before leaving to go talk more with my visitors.
Well if they could get me out of this dump, I may even try to make a good impression. I walked into the main hall, it was a little ways away from my room, and I don't think Mrs. Hacklebarrow wanted people to see me when they first walked in.
The hall had a desk in one corner facing the double doors that led to the parking lot. It was such a plain room of light beiges I wanted to throw up, but then I saw my visitors.
It was a man and a woman; I'm guessing their married, though they could be siblings looking so much alike as they were. The man wore black slacks and shoes, and a nice pressed black dress shirt with a black cloak over top, I think I already like him. He had long blond hair which to keep it out of his eyes was pulled back with a black bow, though it didn't look girly at all.
The woman was dressed in an elegant dark blue dress that flowed onto the floor, the sleeves were bell shaped and it had a scoop neckline. Her blond hair was left loose and flowing to her waist.
Suddenly I felt under-dressed in my dark green halter top, that if I may say so brings out my eyes nicely, tight black leather pants (I didn't steal them, I had a job once when I stayed with a family for more than one week), and black high heeled boots, they bring me from my 5'5" height to a nice 5'8". My mid-back length, layered black hair was up in a ponytail and I had my ever-popular make-up on (black eye-liner and mascara with dark green eye shadow and dark red lipstick) and finally I had all my nails painted black. Again, I like black and it sort of fits, with my last name being Black, even if it is ironic.
"Surreal this is Mr. and Mrs. Lucius Malfoy, they have come to see if they can adopt you," Mrs. Hacklebarrow really does want me gone, she's all smiles and politeness and seems delighted by the fact that these people, uhh right the Malfoys, want to adopt me. But hey I'm not too sad either.
Mr. Malfoy stepped closer to me smiled and put out his hand, "It's nice to finally meet to Ms. Black and I hope to get to know you much better in the near future."
Well he seems nice.
"I was hoping to get some time to speak with Ms. Black alone, Mrs. Hacklebarrow thank you."
Whoa, can you say dismissal. And she's leaving I never thought I would see the day when the old witch would be sent away like a servant without so much as a word, she just left. These people must be rich or have some kinds power in high places. Now I'm definitely in awe, and why would they want to adopt me.
"Ms. Black we are indeed here to adopt you, we are in fact good friends of your parents."
Oh, that's why. "And sorry if this sounds rude, but who are my parents and why are you just showing up now, you would think that if you are such great friends you would have taken me from this hell years ago," ok that is definitely rude but hey I want some answers.
"Well Ms. Black we were just able to locate you, you were taken from your parents at a very young age and placed here for protection from those who were after your parents. And if you agree to come with us we will be able to explain everything that has been happening to you and all about your parents," Lucius said.
"How do you know what's been going on with me, the foster center was supposed to keep that quiet, and just so you know I didn't mean any of it, it was an accident . . ." he cut me off.
"My dear Ms. Black do not worry about the unexpected occurrences, they are most natural for someone like us."
"And who is us? And I'm sick of the whole Ms. Black thing, just call me Surreal," now I was agitated who did he think he was cutting me off like that, and acting all condescending to me.
"Alright Surreal, we are wizards or in your case, a witch, we can do magic. Why else would there be hundreds of owls at your doorstep every year. They were there to deliver your Hogwarts letter" he held up his hand for me to keep quiet when I opened my mouth to protest, "Hogwarts is a school for witchcraft and wizardry, both myself and my wife Narcissa have attended and graduated from Hogwarts, and currently my son attends."
Well it is a very extravagant story to make up and it would explain all the stuff I have been able to do recently, because for some reason I don't think that setting a dog on fire with one's mind is what we would call "normal." But maybe in this world it is normal, well I'm gonna find out.