I sat down at my desk. Just looking..bored. Someone knocks on my door. "Yes?" It's dad. "Eliza they're placing you in another foster home.."
Sorry, I forgot to mention...my foster dad. Lero, he never goes anywhere without his motorcycle. He's been better than then my one other foster dad with anger issues. (he didn't do anything to me but it was scary to see)
"Another one?" I ask, gathering my stuff. "Yes," "Why?" "Your social worker doesn't think this one is a good fit," "I never said- I never told her it-" "I'm sure you didn't..remember Eliza this was never permanent this was just until she found o you placement..."
"Um..okay...I'll uh.. I'll pack my stuff up.." "You leave tomorrow sooo..that's a good thing to do," "Right," I say smiling. "I start to close the door. "But, hey..know that you always have a place here,"
I don't respond. I get my 4 gray shirts,3 sweaters, my 15 pairs of socks,15 pairs of undergarments, and other pairs of shoes and stuff them in my small bag
I say my mellow goodbyes, and I get it, my social workers, car.
"Where to now, jenny?" "I asked you to call me Ms. Benhower, correct?" "yeah," I whine. "It's a surprise but if all doesn't go well here...then you'll have to live with me," "Well, then I hope all works out," "I'm fine either way," She chides.
2 hours later: "Mrs. Benhower, what time is it?" "It's only 9:17, Eliza we'll be there soon." I drift off to sleep. 39 minutes later.....
"Eliza! Wake up!" My social worker says. "Where are we?" She doesn't answer.
A blonde women opens to door and gasps. She hugs me. I push her away. "Who are you?" "I'm your aunt, Cate.."
TO BE CONTINUED... DUN DUN DUUUUUUNNNN hope you guys like there will be more and more to the series so stay..tuned?..stay reading? stay updated!