My incredibly bleach blonde mother and a few other men appear behind him. I just shrug and continue with what I was doing.
I fold up the note, and place it neatly on the ground as I look around once again with satisfaction.
"What happened to your room, Jude?" My mother asks.
"I don't know." I reply with a smile. She doesn't return it.
"Jude. You need to come with us now. We're going to help you. It seems that you've been this way for a month or so now, and we don't want this kind of behavior continuing." The man says.
"Excuse me, but you're in my room right now. I didn't give you permission to come in, nor did I give you permission to tell me what to do. So, if you can just back up a couple of inches so that you're outside of my bedroom, I would be much happier." I tell him. He inches backward. My room isn't so satisfactory anymore. Now I want my stuff back. I get up from my position on the ground and squeeze my way through the few men and my mother.
"Jude, what are you doing now?" She asks me. I ignore her as I enter the guest bedroom and have second thoughts about what I'm doing with the furniture in here. I turn around.
"Victoria, I'd like my room to be this one from now on, not that one. I just don't like that one anymore." I tell her. I grab the nightstand that belongs to the room I'm swapping with, and proceed down the hall.
"Jude! Stop it." I'm rudely interrupted by my mother once again, and I stop in the middle of the hallway, nightstand in hand.
"What?" I bite sharply. I'm annoyed now. Don't they get the hint that I'm fine where I am?
"These nice men are going to take you somewhere. You'll feel better there, and Sadie and I will see you in a few months time. I think it's best that you go with them." She says calmly.
"Okay." I've felt too much pain to really be hurt by this. I think it comes as a shock to her that I am not fighting against her wishes, but I have no reason to stay here, and I quite honestly don't want to. I set the nightstand down and leave it in the middle of the hallway as I go downstairs and open the door to get into the black car waiting outside. Who do these men think they are, the FBI? Black cars, black suits. It reminds me of batman.
"Jude! Could you please move the stuff back!" My mother screams from inside. I pretend not to hear her and pick a small blade of grass from my lawn just as the men come outside.
"Bye, Jude. I really think this is best. It's been going on for too long." My mom says from the open doorway.
"Bye, Mom." I stick the blade of grass through a crack in the window, and watch anxiously as it falls down onto the drivers seat. When it falls I let out a sigh that it landed where I wanted it to, and get in front of the wheel.
"Ma'am, you need to go in the back of the car." One man says.
"Oh. Okay. No problem." I tell them, and move into the proper placement, not knowing that the next place I would be, I would spend over five years in, and I would become completely numb and even more abnormal while I stayed there.