Chapter 3

My New Home

He took the two of us away (me in the police car and ma and her "boyfriend" in the truck). All of a sudden it struck me I was never going to see my ma or dad and I burst out in tears. I tried to stop but every time I did I just saw my ma lying there dead with a puddle of blood around her.

The truck with ma's dead boyfriend turned down the street but the police car I was in never turned.

"Where are we going?" I asked

"I'm taking you to appear in court to see if you are able to legally live on your own or if you need to go to an orphanage," the old cop said.

"But why can't I just live with my grandparents or some relative of mine?"

"I'd love to say you can it's just that your mom has it written down that if something were to happen to either her or your dad there isn't any family for you to go to."

All of a sudden my heart sank. I always thought that our family just had a fight but what happened next proved me wrong.

"We have your grandparent's death certificates right here…all four of them," the judge said. "You're too young to be living on your own so we will have to send you to an orphanage"

Plop. My heart just sank even deeper than I ever thought it would. An icy cold tear rolled down my cheek and plopped it self on the tip of my chin. I was never going to see my ma, dad, or any of my long lost relatives. The old cop who drove me to the court took me back to my old home and helped me pack my bags.

When we got to the orphanage I asked the cop if he could turn the time back because everything was moving so fast but he just gave me an awkward look. I gave him a quick smile and walked up to the head of the orphanage.

"I got another one for you babe" said the cop.

"Oh really what did this one do?" she asked.

"Nothing, you know we don't take convicted juvenile delinquents to orphanages."

"Yah that's what they all say…by the way my name is Julie…that is if you wanted to know," (she said under her breath).

I thought that this place was supposed to have a friendly environment; I mean he seems to like it here but this place looks like it was a meat packing company once. How friendly does that sound? Julie walked me to my room; I share it with three other girls my age. I hate them and I hate the idea of what Julie was about to tell me next.

"I've scheduled you for a hair cut on Saturday to fix what Jordan did to you."

"Who's Jordan?"

"He's the one who killed your mother."

Wait a second! She's going to make me get my hair cut! How could she? Why will she make me cut it? It's long and extremely beautiful! I love it!

Julie walked me up to my room; which, by the way, is on the seventh floor. Why the building is so tall I don't know and I'm not about to ask; even at present time. The girls I'm stuck living with are a bunch of makeup wearing brats. They are the type that sees something in a magazine and they wear it till they see something new. They are the most materialistic people around. Can you believe that they started to make fun of me for not having any makeup?