chapter 3: The Child Care Services
Six months of being with child care services and the place is a total nightmare. I am one of the oldest people here. I am sixteen years,why can't they just let me be on my own after all it's only two years left till am eighteen. I made a friend called Abigail, I call her Abi. We were so close that we basically became best friends. She has lived here since she was her child. Her story made me feel bad about how I treated my family while they were alive. She has never had a family. People never adopted her because of her skin colour,(she is a black)she basically grew up here. As she narrated her story, tears run down my cheeks. I really feel pity for her, no one must live without love, without care. I had that and I took it for granted all in the name of money. I bowed down my head feeling so much shame. She noticed my pain and quickly changed the subject. I managed to gain composure. I told her about my story. The way I had treated my parents, the way I sold my virginity and my body. I told her how I let peer influence and thirst for money take total control of me. I honestly didn't want to tell anybody but seeing how she opened up, I couldn't also hide mine. We talked every night because we shared one room.
The living conditions in that place is really bad. I almost felt as if I had committed a crime and I had been sent to Juvenile Prison. The food they served couldn't even satisfy a baby. I suspect the people in charge keep most of the money and use little for our upkeep. The infrastructure is just bad. Some of the staff are really mean. How did Abi live under such conditions for sixteen good years. My life was so much better than this when my parents were alive, even though they were not stinking wealthy, I could eat till my belly hurt but I never appreciated all the effort put into my well-being. I didn't even like eating repeated but here we can eat watery porridge and can never get seconds, the soups and stews have awful taste. It's only when the inspector comes that we are treated with care.
I just wish someone would just take me. I know I am too old. People prefer to adopt younger children. Let's not talk about the hard bed and pillow. I mean, can they president eat such food, sleep on such a bed. I really didn't realize people's struggles until I went through it myself. This is hell itself.
In terms of chores; I am responsible for emptying trash cans all over and Abi cleans the dirty toilet. The trash cans do not have wheels so on has to drag it and the stench that come out of the trash is hectic. People who don't do their are punished severely and are not given food for weeks.
There were these mean girls. Yes, mean girls. I think every institution has to have these kind of people who think they are better than anyone. Abi has warned me about how they can end up ruining your life so I tried my best to stay out of their paths but I guess witches are always on their brooms to make sure they have terrorized every single soul.
Abi and I were waiting in line for our breakfast/lunch because breakfast was served 2pm. She just decided to cut ahead of us and it pissed me off. She didn't say excuse or even ask. I got angry and pushed her out of the line. Abi tried to stop me but I can't allow goons to side-step me.
She looked at me like she wanted to commit murder but it didn't move me. All of the sudden she just slapped me. Then she started yelling,'Who do you think you are? Do you know who I am? I don't think you do you creep, let me warn you that I am very dangerous and I would make sure idiots like you die, do you understand'.
I didn't respond. All I knew is I let my anger out and before I knew it I grabbed her long brunette coloured hair. She tried to free her hair from my grip but she didn't succeed. I released the hair. She turned around to slap me to try and slap me but I grabbed a arm and slapped her back. Abi, tried to stop the fight but I have to teach this idiot a lesson. We were surrounded with of people yelling,'fight! fight! fight!
After a few minutes we were separated and taken to the guidance counselor's office. I had left her with a nose bleed so she had to put some toilet paper in her nose. I knew there was huge trouble waiting for me but I didn't care, I was just happy that I beat the evil out of that witch, I somehow enjoyed seeing her putting toilet paper up her nose. She really deserved it.
When we got to the office, the little brunette hair coloured devil started the crocodile tears. She completed twisted the story and made it seem as if she was just minding her own business and I decided to just beat her for no reason, she made me seem like a psychopath
She just kept irritating me and driving me insane. After her cock and bull story, I was also given the chance to say my side of the story. She kept saying "liar" and kept trying to interrupt me but I continued talking.
After, the guidance and cancelor officer told that idiot, I don't know her name and I am not interested in finding out. The counselor ordered her to wait outside. After she exited the room, he started pacing and it made me nervous. The silence in the room felt awkward. We have got someone to take care of you till you are eighteen. My face lightened up as I digested the exciting news. I couldn't hold back my joy. I thanked the counselor and rushed out of the office. Oh my Goodness, I am leaving this place. I just hope my foster parents are as kind as my biological parents.