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.

information about this lady

was going regardless of my

can't really blame Cassy

two years, she has been

that actually listened when you tried

wouldn't purposefully try to put me

dim-kee), here take

trying to hand over

"Don't you need this?"

I watched her confused.

copy's back

smiled, shaking the file for me

do

couldn't hurt knowing about the people I'm

will be open for boarding in 20 minutes, A voice said over the

up from the airport, but Mrs.MacDymke insisted it be her

stand in the line for

come

Cassy rushed out.

she pulled out an old brown, leathered journal,

after my mom died, and I was

a way

some of my deepest and darkest feeling and

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

I forgot that Mrs.

from me one night after she caught me writing in

had just thought she

it, flipping through the pages for the only thing that made this journal worth

the old, dirty pages

Tears flooded my vision.

mother and I

thing I

"Thank you."

up Cassy, fighting the

"It's no problem, Mia."

wholeheartedly at

until gate A18 to Colorado

boomed through the airport speakers, startling

"I better get going,"

my

of

my head and walked

care

on the plane I'm pleased to see

to Colorado takes about four and a half

I and this window are going