Mated With Five Boys

"When you can no longer think of a reason to continue, you must think of a reason to start over." - Linda Poindexter

”Okay, here's your plane ticket.It's a one way, nonstop flight."

Cassy, my social worker, said handing me the ticket.

"Wait, I'm traveling by myself? Is that even legal?" l asked confused.

"You're 17 Mia, in a few months, you'll be 18.It's not illegal for you to ride ona plane by yourself"

She explained to me.

"Where am I going exactly?"

I asked her, looking down at the piece of paper.

I've been in and out fosters homes for the past ten years and never had I have to fly on a plane before.

"Colorado."She smiled lightly.

"COLORADO?"I practically yelled, shocked.

That's halfway across the country! "Why am I being shipped off to Colorado?"

I continue, looking up at Cassy.

Silently praying she'll reconsider.

"There are plenty of foster homes here, in Manhattan,’ I argued, not giving her a chance to speak.

"You'll be going to a great home Mia,’ She looked down at me sadly.

What am I? Some kind of homeless dog? I don't care about going to a "great home’ I just wanted to go somewhere I wouldn't get beat for breaking some impossible rule that a foster person had set.

"Yeah, that's what you said the day before you put me in the Rockwell's house."

I laughed sarcastically.

The sad expression on her face instantly made me regret what I said.

I might not be able to control how people treat me, but I could control the way I treat them.

And honestly, if I set out just to hurt others, how does that make me any better than the Rockwells' or any other crude person? "Look, Mia, I'm sorry.

I don't have very much say as to where you're placed, however, all things considered, the house you're going to is for kids your age.

The woman you're going to has never been in jail, nor have any of the kids been reported with cuts or bruises."

She said trying to convince me that this family would be different from all the rest.

"What's her name?"

I sighed in defeat.

at least knew some information about this lady before I

was pretty much useless, I was going regardless

can't really

two years, she

the rare ones that actually listened when you tried to explain

knew she wouldn't purposefully try to put me

MacDymke (mac dim-kee), here

trying to hand over

"Don't you need this?"

I watched her confused.

fine, we have copy's back at

the file for me to

I do I

knowing about the

will be open for boarding in 20 minutes, A

airport, but Mrs.MacDymke insisted it be her that brought you to the house.There is a picture of her

to walk away and go stand in the line for the Colorado flight when Cassy called

wait! Mia come back, I almost

Cassy rushed out.

she pulled out an old brown,

started writing in it after my mom died, and I was placed in my first foster

was a way

book held some of my deepest and darkest feeling

anymore.But I did find your journal

I forgot that Mrs.

one night

looked everywhere for it! I had just thought

for the only thing that made this

the old, dirty pages I finally saw

Tears flooded my vision.

mother

last thing I

"Thank you."

up Cassy, fighting the tears

"It's no problem, Mia."

wholeheartedly at

minutes until gate A18 to

boomed through the airport speakers, startling

"I better get going,"

whispered, my

of

my head and walked

take care of

finding my seat on the plane I'm pleased to

out that a nonstop flight from New York to

and this window are going to be