'Messed Up' sbi adoption au

Part 2.

I heard a yell of my name for the second time today putting my book down on my bed, then choosing to slowly wander down the stairs in hopes that delaying getting yelled at would make it hurt any less

The three people I had spoke to earlier that day were stood at the front exchanging pleasantries with the receptionist other then the pink haired guy who was staring her down.

Something didn't feel right, it wasn't a normal occurrence to be called when visitors are still here. what could I have possibly done wrong this time.

I walked up to one of the workers dipping my head awaiting information.

'Thomas this family wishes to adopt you so-' I zoned out through the rest of what she was saying as I hadn't expected that.

I presumed to be in trouble.

Not adoption.

All adoption does instead of fostering is makes it harder when they want to give me back but at least I'll be out of the home again for a while.

'THOMAS listen to me' I looked up quickly as she gripped my chin aggressively, jumping slightly tears threatening to fall from my eyes 'stupid boy always daydreaming'

'Are you going with them or not?'
She presumably asked again talking to me as if I were an infant

I nodded making a spur of the moment decision as I imagined it would be better going there then staying here and facing the workers.

Even though by past experiences that is definitely not true.

I saw the three men with strange almost angry expressions all looking in disgust at the woman for having yelled and grabbed me.

'Amazing, Thomas just sign here as usual and we can finally get rid of you again' she said walking off leaving me with a clipboard and form.

I filled it in as I went.

-Name- Thomas Florence innit

-Age- 15

-Birthday- 9th April 2007

-Permission to be adopted\Fostered- Yes

-Signature- T0mmy1nnit

I handed the Form to the lady that was now in-front of Phil awaiting his form tapping her foot impatiently.

With an eye roll she snatched the form from Phil and stormed off.

'Hey kid are you okay?' Phil asked a hint of anger in his voice fizzing out as he spoke to me.

I brushed him off looking anywhere but at him.

'Hey why don't we help you out getting your things together' Wilbur pitched in

I turned on my heel ignoring what he had said going upstairs

I went around my room grabbing my rucksack that had a few pairs of clothes and a few extra things along with my phone I had stashed from foster house 4, the charger and a pair of headphones along with my revision books, notepads & pens.