To Hell and Back - Kenny x Reader

Welcome to South Park

I entered the home through the front door and my foster siblings were all waiting to greet me.

"How'd it go?" Max asked. He was the closest to me in age at 15.

"Pretty good, actually. Hey, guys!" I greeted the littlest of the group, Abby and Tyler. They were only three and four.

"We watched you on the news, y/n!" Tyler yelled as I picked up Abby and gave her a hug.

"Did I look hot?" I joked, setting Abby on my hip.

Max rolled his eyes. "That reporter sure did!"

I stuck my tongue out at him and felt my cell phone start to buzz in my pocket. With my free arm, I reached in and read the contact. "Shit, guys, it's my case worker. Quiet down for a minute... Hello?"

"Hi sweetie, it's Rhonda from DHS, great news! The court was able to locate next of kin for you, and they're only a few hours away. They've agreed to provide guardianship for you and I'm picking you up tomorrow morning at 9:00."

"That fast? Who even are they?" I asked apprehensively.

"The Donovans. Roger Donovan, his partner Janice, and his children. His late wife Betsy was your mom's sister, but they were apparently estranged for over twenty years. You know, it's really perfect timing, because Roger said that his daughter just moved out, so her room and anything in it are yours!"

"Yeah, how perfect." I replied sarcastically. This lady has zero tact.

"Be ready at 9:00 sharp! Toodles!"

I hung up the phone. I refused to 'toodles' this bitch back.

"So, I take it you're leaving?" Max asked. I looked over at Abby's sad eyes. Foster families never know how long they have together.

"Tomorrow morning, 9am." I answered. "I never thought I'd like it here enough to be sad to leave." I gave Abby a squeeze and felt Tyler hugging my leg. Even Max looked sad.

I sighed and set Abby down. "I guess I have to go pack."

I made my way upstairs, followed by a pack of disappointed foster kids. It took all of 20 minutes to pack everything I owned into my duffel bag. We were called downstairs by our foster mom for dinner and ate in relative silence. They were already aware that placement had been found for me, and I take it they were annoyed to be losing my weekly checks from the government.

After dinner, I decided to write letters to each of my foster siblings for them to read after I left tomorrow morning. I made sure to write down everything that I learned and loved about them over the last two months, and that although I wouldn't be there anymore, we would always be siblings and they could always call me whenever they needed me. I wrote a special second letter for Tyler and Abby to open in ten years when they were early teens, and gave them some life advice that I wish I knew when I was younger.

I slept terribly that night. Something about imminent change leaves the body restless, like it just wants to rip the band aid off and get it over with.

I got a few hours of sleep before giving up and getting out of bed at 6am to get ready for my 9am pickup. I spent an hour doing a blowout on my hair with my brush and an old Conair I found under the bathroom sink, and got dressed in the least-impressionable outfit I could come up with - a crew neck sweatshirt, jeans, and Converse high-tops. I learned from my brief time in the system that a first impression is critical for how you're treated, and I'd hate to lose this placement just because I wore a tank top into a household that thinks showing collarbone is a sin. My dad was an only child and his parents were deceased, and my mom's entire family gave up on her before I was born, so I really had no one else to turn to for placement besides these total strangers.