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Post by Desaree on Sept 16, 2012 20:18:46 GMT -5
I stormed into my bedroom and slammed the door. I was so over going through pointless drama on a daily basis. I'd been in Ms. Shirley's home for two weeks and I was already on the verge of calling my social worker and trying to get the heck out of dodge.
"Cherish," Ms. Shirley yelled, following me into my bedroom. "I'm gonna ask you this one more time: why weren't you in school today?"
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 16, 2012 20:37:59 GMT -5
I was so tired of her questioning everything I did I was ready to leave. "Can you leave me alone please?"
Ms. Shirley started tearing up. "Look I'm trying to give you a better life and you just keep messing up. I want to see you do good but you won't let me help you."
I just looked at her like she was crazy. She always cried to try to make me feel bad but I didn't care.
"You don't even know me and you're standing up here crying." I rolled my eyes and got my suitcase out. I started putting my belongings in my suitcase before grabbing my cell phone.
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Post by Desaree on Sept 16, 2012 20:42:15 GMT -5
I dialed my social worker's number. She answered on the first ring.
"Yes, Cherish?"
"I'm sorry, Staci, but I'm not feeling this spot. I gotta get out of here, ASAP."
"What's going on, Cherish?"
"I just can't do this anymore. Can't you find somewhere else for me to stay?"
Staci sighed. "I can try, Cherish, but the family you're with now is really nice. I thought you'd like them."
"You thought wrong."
"Where is Ms. Shirley? Let me talk to her."
I handed Ms. Shirley the phone.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 16, 2012 20:45:33 GMT -5
She left the room and I finished packing. Ms. Shirley came back crying even more as she handing me my phone.
"What did she say?" I asked.
"She said she was on her way to get you. Why do you have to go? I just want the best for you." She said damn near breaking down.
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Post by Desaree on Sept 16, 2012 20:55:22 GMT -5
I watched her as a stream of tears slid down her face. Ms. Shirley was nice and all but...
"Ms. Shirley, I'm sorry, I just don't think I belong here."
"I never tried to make you feel like a misfit, Cherish-"
"No, it's not you."
"Then what is it? I'll fix it."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 16, 2012 20:59:47 GMT -5
"No...I'm sure you can't but it's been real." I said before grabbing my suitcase and lugging it to the door.
I sat on the porch and waited for Staci my social worker to come and scoop me. She didn't even get out the car when she pulled up. So I put my bag in the trunk and waved to a now completely torn up Ms. Shirley.
"You are making this hard for me." Staci said when she pulled off.
"I'm sorry but she was just too much."
"So you think that whenever you don't like something you can just get away?"
"Well pretty much."
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Post by Desaree on Sept 16, 2012 21:05:14 GMT -5
"That's not how life works, sweetie. You have to deal with your problems. You can't run away from everything."
"I've been running from my problems for as long as I can remember and nothing's went wrong yet. Why stop now?"
Staci rolled her eyes. She ignored me and continued driving.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 16, 2012 21:09:21 GMT -5
We arrived at the foster home and Staci popped the trunk and went inside. I could tell she was pissed but I didn't care. This is where I spent most of my life so why leave what I knew best?
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Post by Desaree on Sept 16, 2012 21:18:23 GMT -5
"Cherish, this is Ms. Venus," she said, pointing towards a tall, light-skinned woman with a manly body.
"Hello, Cherish," Ms. Venus said, embracing me like we know each other.
I petted her on the back softly until she let me go. "Hi," I said.
"Before you put your bags in the room, I want you to meet my other foster kids. Wait." She raised her voiced and yelled out a series of names. "Claire, Mya, Jenay, Tina, Shay, Mike, Greg, Frank, Tim, and D'Angelo, come here!"
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 16, 2012 21:21:51 GMT -5
All of Bebe's kids came running in the room and they lined up in a straight line like they were in boot camp. I gave Staci a look like could she be serious and she just rolled her eyes at me.
"Soo...?" I said.
"She is interested in taking you in." Staci said.
"Ohh...is that so." I gave Ms. Venus a fake smile. "Can I talk to you in your office for a minute Staci?" I said as I dragged her into her office and shut the door.
"Staci are you serious!" I said as more of a statment.
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Post by Desaree on Sept 16, 2012 21:29:28 GMT -5
"Yes, very."
"You're supposed to find me a home, not a playground. Is this supposed to be funny? This isn't funny!"
"Do you see me laughing? You can always go back to Ms. Shirley."
"Why are you doing this to me? I thought we were friends."
"We are, and I love you-"
"I can't tell!"
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 16, 2012 21:37:36 GMT -5
"Look you have to stop pushing people away."
"But she has a football team can you just say no to her and I promise the next one you pick I will not deny."
Staci looked me in my eyes and gave in. "Okay but I'm holding you to this one."
She left the office and I guess told Ms. Venus I wasn't coming because when I came out the football team had left.
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Post by Desaree on Sept 16, 2012 21:44:25 GMT -5
"Thank you, Staci," I said as we got back in the car. "I owe you one."
"No, you don't. Listen, Cherish, there is one other home that I know you can stay in for sure. If that doesn't work out, I'll be forced to make a decision I've been trying to hold off on."
"What?"
"Your dad... he got out of prison last month, and he wants custody of you."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 16, 2012 21:46:46 GMT -5
"Staci I haven't seen him in like...ever."
"I know but he wants you and I think it might be a good idea."
"But you said he is an exconvict."
"But other than that is record is clean."
"What was her in for?"
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Post by Desaree on Sept 16, 2012 21:49:00 GMT -5
"Theft, possession of an illegal firearm, attempted murder..."
"Staci!"
"What? He's a changed man now."
"How do you know?"
"Trust me, Cherish."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 16, 2012 21:54:50 GMT -5
"If he is messed up when I get there then I'm calling you back and I don't want to hear anything."
"Okay fine...oh and I can take you to meet him tomorrow."
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Post by Desaree on Sept 16, 2012 21:59:32 GMT -5
"Okay, cool. Now, who is my alternative?"
"We're pulling up to her house right now."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 16, 2012 22:01:15 GMT -5
The house was small and modest painted a soft yellow with white shutters. An old lady was sitting on the porch rocking in her chair.
"Is she going to die?" I whispered to Staci as we got out the car.
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Post by Desaree on Sept 16, 2012 22:08:02 GMT -5
She laughed. "That's the owner of the house's mother. She's perfectly healthy."
"Oh, okay."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 16, 2012 22:11:45 GMT -5
The walked up the steps to the porch and knocked on the door.
"It's open sweetie Freida is in the kitchen." The old woman said.
Staci and I walked inside and we went to the kitchen. A tubby brown skin woman with a her hair blonde and cut like Ne Ne Leakes sat and fed a baby girl in a high chair.
"Hey Ms. Morse." Staci spoke up.
"Hey Staci. Say hi Aliyah." The lady said to the baby.
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