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.

should at least knew some information about

useless, I was going regardless of my thoughts

can't really blame

the past two years, she has been

when you tried to explain what was happening in the

she wouldn't purposefully try

MacDymke (mac dim-kee),

trying to hand over the

"Don't you need this?"

I watched her confused.

fine, we have copy's back at

smiled, shaking the file for me

I do I thought

couldn't hurt knowing about the people

to Colorado Springs will be open for boarding in

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

away and go stand in the line for the Colorado flight

come back, I

Cassy rushed out.

around and watched as she pulled out an old brown,

after my mom died, and I was placed in my

way to cope

small book held some of my

don't have any clothes or belongings with you anymore.But I did find your journal in Martha and Jame's room.I thought

I forgot that Mrs.

night after she caught me writing in

it! I had just thought she had thrown it

for the

old, dirty pages I finally saw

Tears flooded my vision.

photograph of my mother and I from when

thing I had of

"Thank you."

up Cassy, fighting the tears

"It's no problem, Mia."

smiled wholeheartedly

minutes until gate A18 to

announcement boomed through the airport speakers, startling

"I better get going,"

my

care of

nodded my

care of

plane I'm pleased to see I have

to Colorado takes about four

I and this window are going to be