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.

knew some information

useless, I was going regardless of my

really blame Cassy

two years, she has been

was one of the rare ones that actually listened when you tried to explain what was

she wouldn't purposefully try to

dim-kee), here

trying to hand over

"Don't you need this?"

I watched her confused.

copy's back

the file for me

if I do

couldn't hurt knowing about the people

A18 to Colorado Springs will be open for boarding in 20 minutes, A

insisted it be her that brought you to the house.There is

was about to walk away and go stand

come back, I

Cassy rushed out.

she pulled out an

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

was a way to

book held some of my deepest and

don't have any clothes or belongings with you anymore.But I did find your journal in

I forgot that Mrs.

from me one night after she caught me

had

pages for the only thing that made this journal

dirty pages I

Tears flooded my vision.

a photograph of my mother

was the last thing I

"Thank you."

looked up Cassy,

"It's no problem, Mia."

wholeheartedly at

gate

through the

"I better get going,"

whispered, my voice

care of yourself,

nodded my head and

care of

finding my seat on the plane I'm pleased

New York to Colorado takes about four and a half to

I and this window are going to be well