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.

some information about

pretty much useless, I was going regardless of

really

the past two years, she

listened when you tried to explain what was happening

purposefully try to put

(mac dim-kee), here

trying to hand

"Don't you need this?"

I watched her confused.

copy's

shaking the file for me to

if I do I

about the people I'm

Colorado Springs will be open for boarding in 20 minutes, A voice said

but Mrs.MacDymke insisted it be her that

and was about to walk away and go stand in the line for the Colorado flight when

come back, I

Cassy rushed out.

around and watched as she pulled out an old brown, leathered journal, my

it after my mom died, and I

a way

book held some of my deepest and darkest feeling and

with you anymore.But I did find your journal in Martha and Jame's room.I thought you'd want

I forgot that Mrs.

took it from me one night after she caught me writing

everywhere for it! I had just thought she had thrown

flipping through the pages for the only thing that made

the old, dirty pages

Tears flooded my vision.

a photograph of my mother and I

thing

"Thank you."

looked up Cassy, fighting

"It's no problem, Mia."

smiled wholeheartedly

gate A18 to

announcement boomed through the

"I better get going,"

my voice cracked

of

my head and

care

I'm pleased to see I

that a nonstop flight from New York to Colorado takes

window are going to be well