The First Step
"Johnny, Johnny! Look our little Melia, is taking her first steps!!"
I remember the sound of my mothers voice that day. I remember the smell of her hair, I remember the excitement in her voice, and on her face. I hate my mother for reasons people do not know. As I sit here in the window seat of the train, I look into the window and I see her. I see her black hair, I see her brown eyes. But most of all I see me.
"I HATE YOU I DON'T KNOW WHY I EVEN HAD A KID LIKE YOU!! That's it I can't stand this anymore your father and I are leaving."
I never saw either one of them after that day. Every time social services came to look for me I'd hide or run, but they eventually caught me. Now I bounce from foster home to foster home. I always get kicked out of them because I never be the person they want me to be. What they don't understand is you can't change who I am you just deal with it.
"Were almost there" My Social Worker whispered to me
"Great another rich ass snob house to go to. I promise you by this time next week ill be on the streets again" I told her
"The first step is trying to accept the people you live with. We're trying to give you the best possible homes we can, but if you keep getting kicked out of them, we cant do anything more for you" she said into my ear
"Then Don't" I said back
"Next stop: 401 to Minneapolis"
"We're Here!" She yelled into my ear with that very annoying high pitched voice, that she knows I hate.
"God Lady do you have to do that?" I said to her
"Yes" She said simply.
We get off the train 5 minutes later.
"So who am I terrorizing this time?" I ask her
"You will not be terrorizing them, but they are the Robertsons' they have a son named Dwayne and they're from Texas his son goes to Eden Hall so we thought you should join too" she said to me
"Oh Joy!!" I replied sarcastically.
We got into a car a made our way to the Robertson house. When we got there, it was a medium sized house not a mansion, not a box. She pushed me all the way to the front door and she knocked. A very skinny tall looking woman answered the door with a warm smile.
"Hey there, you must be Melia Johnson. I'm Marcia Robertson" She said holding out her hand for me to shake.
"Yes and its Lia" I said back but decided not to take her hand considering I wasn't going to be here for long.
