Azazel
270 Words
I can hear the sirens but im not going to stop. Ill just get sent to more abusive homes. But its too late there already in front of me. Great more pain and despair. My social security worker Ms. Fran comes out of the police car. ¨Hey come Azel come in the car¨ despite wanting to run away again I go to her. We get in and like the last 28 times she ask me ¨why¨ like always I dont respond because one family took it too far and slashed up my vocal cords. But if she lifted up my shirt she wouldn't have to ask. ¨Your family is putting you back in the system but all the families are full so you will be going to a home for troubled boys¨. As she finishes up saying that she starts smirking as if she expects me to start bursting into tears but im not going to. when she takes me ¨Home¨ to get my stuff not that I have anything but this plushie I had when i showed up. She drives me to the airport straight away like she was eager to get rid of me which she probably was. ¨There will be someone waiting to pick you you when you get to your destination¨. ¨By the way your probably wondering where your going, you are going to Maine into a desolate forest aren't you happy¨ She said in a patronizing tone, I rolled my eyes in my head. this is going to be long ride.
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