This chapter is dedicated to Not_Machine_Washable, for making me smile at the moment I needed it most. Thank you! You're awesome.
"Farrah, what are you doing?" Theresa asked me from inside the cell; the place I wanted to be.
I pulled on the bars again.
"Trying to get back inside there" I grunted.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to leave"
"Again, why?"
"Because if I leave I will have to go with my new foster parents!" I yelled, outraged.
"Wait, foster parents?" Theresa was standing now.
"Yeah!" I confirmed. "Foster parents!"
"Farrah! That's great!'' Theresa was suddenly one of those teenage girls I've always hated. The happy girls. The type of girl that screams oh-em-gee every freakin' five seconds. The girls that are always smiling and laughing. The girls that have an I.Q. equivalent to a dead hyenas'. In other words, Theresa was acting like half of America's population.
"Theresa this is horrible!" I screeched.
"Farrah this is amazing!''
"How is this amazing?"
"Because you finally get to have a family!"
I gave Theresa an icy glare. "I don't need a family"
"Everybody needs family"
"Not me!" I pointed to myself.
Theresa gave me a look that screamed 'DENIAL!'
She crossed her arms across her chest. "And why's that?"
I made a flapping motion with my arms, not even caring that I looked like an idiot.
"I'm a free bird Theresa! I don't like to be held down, I don't like rules, I don't like all that parenting shit that I'm required to put up with!" I huffed out.
She gave me a sympathetic look. "Maybe you don't like it now, but sooner or later you will learn to love those people out there. I mean, I'm sure their super nice"
"That's the problem!"
She gave me a confused look. "What's the problem?"
"They're too happy!"
Theresa than did the one thing that possible made my day even worse.
She laughed.
In my face.
And I know she wasn't laughing with me, 'cause girl, I wasn't laughing.
Right when I was about to fling myself at her, two police officers came to my sides and put the shiny metal bracelets, back onto my wrists. I groaned. Why am I being handcuffed?
Before I could make my question known I was being forcefully dragged down the hallway, and back to the people that are slowly ruining my life.
"Please don't make me go with them!" I pleaded as my head was shoved -not to gently, I might add- into a police car, which would be leading my new "parents" to my old house to help me pack all my things.
And just like all the other times I've pleaded with the cops over the last five minutes, they ignored me.
Shocker.
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