Take Me Home

one

I didn't want to be who I am right now.

I wanted to be better, I wanted to be stronger.

My past made me who I am. It shaped me into this quiet, passive sixteen year old girl. But that wasn't who I was, it wasn't who I wanted to be.

I just have never met the right people who will bring out the real me.

Maybe one day

But that day isn't today.

"Gaia Matias, what is the answer."

That's me, Gaia Matias, I'm a sixteen year old Junior at St. Louis Private School, I've been in foster care for the last couple years for reasons I don't even know, but you may be wondering how a foster kid managed to get into one of the most prestigious private schools in California. I would say it was simple but the application process is a bitch.

You have to write a 4000 word essay on a topic you believe could change the world, well the scholarship kids have to write this pathetic essay. You give a hypothesis, you apply to a real life scenario, back it up with some psychological or sociological understanding and conclude with some shit like 'although applying such concepts would indeed breed a more ecological sustainable world, but the human species bypass such sustainable notions and would rather debate political notions...'

Anyway here I am.

A product that foster care doesn't fuck up every single person that walks through its doors.

"Gaia Matias, are you listening?" My attention is turned from my interesting butterfly doodle in my notebook to Mr. Jacobi, my history teacher.

"Sorry sir, could you repeat the question?" I admit, looking around at the prying eyes of the rest of the class.

Can't they just mind their own business?

"Who was the president at the time of the American Civil War?"

"Abraham Lincoln, Sir." He nods, a glint of disappointment in his eyes. "Next time Ms. Matias listen the first time you are asked a question."

I mutter a quiet 'sorry', I go back to doodling when the bell rings.

My next class is business.

It was actually my favourite class, it was chosen elective, not many private school like to teach such topics as many of the students here are already heirs or heiress' of multi- million companies. They would rather teach languages or put emphasis on extra curricular like sports and societies.

I walk inside, being one of the first to arrive, and see Mrs.Hartman sat at her desk, she looked stressed and was likely marking midterms. When she hears footsteps she looks up and begins preparing for the lesson.

"Gaia can you come see me after school please?"

I nod. Shit, am I in trouble? Did I do bad on my midterm?

I don't know why I am worrying so much I am a A/B average student, I should be fine.

I hope.

The class goes by fairly quickly and it's finally lunch period. I head towards the cafeteria, taking an apple out of my bag and I go take a bite when someone pushes into me.

"Hey girl." My 'best friend', Tori, swings her arm around my shoulder as we walk to the cafeteria.

"Hey, where were you during history?"

"Logan wanted to see me in the locker room, if you know what I mean." She winks, laughing to herself, while she seems to be stuck in a daydream of her in school activities.