Destiny Broke Us Apart
New Beginnings
The sun was slowly rising over the grass hills as I walked along the quiet street. My mind was whirling with many thoughts. My feet carried me down to the near by park which consisted of a playground, a forest and my favorite… the river. The river was tucked into the forest and was shaded by two big trees and was the best place to go when I felt that my mind was going to explode.
Like today for instance, I just got the news that I was moving. Now I know what people will think. ‘How can moving away make someone’s mind explode?’ Well this isn’t my first time moving away and it certainly won’t be my last.
I sighed deeply as I plopped my knees down on the cold wet grass, leaving stains on my dark denim jeans. My hand found a rock lying next to me, and without thinking I tossed it into the quiet waters. I looked into the now rippled river and saw my reflection stare back at me. My medium brown hair shown in the new morning sun and framed my light slightly tan colored skin nicely. The bright hazel brown eyes that belonged to me didn’t look happy at all; instead a small tear was glistening in the corner rims.
It felt like my body was numb as I lay down on the grass and my thoughts went back to last night. I just couldn’t believe it that once again I was being forced to leave a place that became my home. And it was for the same reason. The parents didn’t want to have a hassle of taking care of an outcast or as my legal term is… an orphan. You see my mother died while giving birth to me and my father left my mom a few months before I was born. Ever since than I have been moved to foster homes and shelters for the last 17 years of my existence. I just got the news yesterday afternoon when I got back from school…
Flashback
My black and white converse scratched against the pavement as I made my way home. School was the same, go to class go home. But for some odd reason today felt different. I shook my head at those thoughts and grabbed my key out from my back pocket and opened the door.
The first thing that greeted me as I entered the threshold was the smell of vanilla candles. I smiled to myself as I set down my black Jansport backpack on the stairs leading upstairs. “Hello is anyone home?’ I called out. “In the kitchen” I heard my foster mother (Jane) say. I walked into the bright yellow kitchen and was greeted with a not so pretty sight. There sitting at the kitchen table was my foster family and a lady from the near by orphanage. “What’s going on?” I asked timidly as my legs began to shake. “Violet its hard for me to say this but,” my foster mother said as she took a deep breathe than continued “we can’t keep you here anymore” “Wha- why” I asked exasperated. “I didn’t do anything wrong did I” “No you did nothing wrong, its just that money is getting tight and we can’t afford to keep you here and also raise our other three kids,” she tried to explain to me softly. I didn’t respond back. Thousands of words came to mind but none of them could be expressed out loud. I just shook my head and bolted from the kitchen and into the living from. I ran upstairs to the room I shared with their 8-year-old daughter and grabbed my red hoodie and sprinted back downstairs. Waiting for me was the lady from the orphanage and my old foster parents. “Where are you going,” Bill asked (ex-foster dad) “Out” I replied as I grabbed my backpack and exited out the door without closing it behind me. ‘I need some where to go’ I thought as I headed right toward a place where peace was. Behind me I heard shouts but I ignored them and headed to my destination…
End of Flashback
A loud scream knocked me back into reality. Standing there behind me was the Orphanage lady. I heard her feet slosh down the grass as she reached me. “Violet,” she replied kindly. “Am I in trouble,” I asked like a three year old who was caught getting a cookie from the cookies jar. “No it was perfectly understandable why you left and I am sorry that you have to leave your home once more” “It’s not my home anymore, actually it never was. I always knew I would be leaving that house, but I hoped that I was wrong,” I said quietly as I gazed into the river that now stood still. All she did was give me a soft hug and helped me stand up. “Thanks” I said awkwardly. “Its perfectly fine, now I grabbed all you belongings and they are in my trunk. You will be coming back with me to the orphanage until we find you another parent who is willing to look after you,” she told as we walked back to her black car. “Kay” was all that came from my mouth as we entered her car.
The drive was silent except for the weather forecast on the radio. “And its going to be a sunny weekend here in Oregon…” but I droned out that noise and just stared outside the window. “Violet were here” I heard the ladies voice (who I found out name is Isabel) “Thank you Isabel for driving me” “Its no problem, now I will help you carry some of you luggage in and we can start finding you a new home,” “That sounds great” I tried to say with enthusiasm, but all that came out was a soft sad voice. She just gave me a squeeze on the shoulders before walking into the small but cozy home.
I followed her down a hallway and took a right into an office that was painted a light tan color. “Have a seat,” she said kindly while motioning to a comfortable looking leather chair that was a deep maroon color. “So let me look at our files and see if anyone is looking to adopt, than we will put in a few phone calls and get everything set up,” she said to me while reviewing some folders from her filing cabinet.
For the next hour or two I heard a lot of hm and tapping of telephone numbers. After what seemed like two more hours I heard Isabel clap her hands together excitedly and before I could ask her what was up she rushed out of her office leaving me alone. ‘That was weird’ I thought while looking at the mahogany desk. “Ms. Davies I have found you a guardian who is more than willing to take care of you,” Isabel said in an out of breathe sort of way. Before I could open my mouth and talk she continued. “His name is Michael Lewis and he just called back on my previous call and said that he would definitely love to adopt you!” she exclaimed in a happy tone. I on the other hand was shocked. Shocked because for one I think this was going to fast and two I was scared. Scared that this would turn out like all the others. But I shook my head at that last idea. ‘I shouldn’t judge the situation before it happens.’
“So when will I get to meet my new guardian,” I asked her politely hoping to hide the shock that still lied within my nerves. “I will be driving you next week to meet him” “Ok, so where does he live” “In Huntington Beach, California” Silence…
“I know this is a lot for you but think of it as a new adventure. Just close your eyes and take your first jump into the icy cold depths of a pool,” She said to me with a big grin plastered on her face. “I’ll try” I said “and is it ok if I go to bed, I’m kind of tiered” I yawned softly. “Of course let me show you to your bed” She said standing up and leading me to another hallway with a small room that contained a bed, dresser, and a nightstand. “Here you go,” she said opening the door more and turning on the light. “All of your stuff is here. I will let you make yourself comfortable, have a nice rest” She whispered before leaving me alone in the small room.
I walked over to the bed and sat down. I lay down on the soft blue comforter and looked up at the ceiling. ‘Well this is yet another chapter to my life’ I thought a little bitterly as I got up and grabbed my green flannel pajama pants and a black tank top. After changing into my clothes I grabbed my toothbrush, face wash, floss and all my other bathroom necessities and headed to the adjacent bathroom that was outside my bedroom.
Before long I was back inside the room lying down on the now un-made bed. Many thoughts still swarmed my head but the only one that dominated most of my thought process was the fact that I was moving to a different caretaker so fast.
‘Oh well I guess its just like the lady said, close my eyes and take my first big jump into the icy depths of the unknown and hope that I won’t be forgotten like have been for my last 17 years of breathing.’
Like today for instance, I just got the news that I was moving. Now I know what people will think. ‘How can moving away make someone’s mind explode?’ Well this isn’t my first time moving away and it certainly won’t be my last.
I sighed deeply as I plopped my knees down on the cold wet grass, leaving stains on my dark denim jeans. My hand found a rock lying next to me, and without thinking I tossed it into the quiet waters. I looked into the now rippled river and saw my reflection stare back at me. My medium brown hair shown in the new morning sun and framed my light slightly tan colored skin nicely. The bright hazel brown eyes that belonged to me didn’t look happy at all; instead a small tear was glistening in the corner rims.
It felt like my body was numb as I lay down on the grass and my thoughts went back to last night. I just couldn’t believe it that once again I was being forced to leave a place that became my home. And it was for the same reason. The parents didn’t want to have a hassle of taking care of an outcast or as my legal term is… an orphan. You see my mother died while giving birth to me and my father left my mom a few months before I was born. Ever since than I have been moved to foster homes and shelters for the last 17 years of my existence. I just got the news yesterday afternoon when I got back from school…
Flashback
My black and white converse scratched against the pavement as I made my way home. School was the same, go to class go home. But for some odd reason today felt different. I shook my head at those thoughts and grabbed my key out from my back pocket and opened the door.
The first thing that greeted me as I entered the threshold was the smell of vanilla candles. I smiled to myself as I set down my black Jansport backpack on the stairs leading upstairs. “Hello is anyone home?’ I called out. “In the kitchen” I heard my foster mother (Jane) say. I walked into the bright yellow kitchen and was greeted with a not so pretty sight. There sitting at the kitchen table was my foster family and a lady from the near by orphanage. “What’s going on?” I asked timidly as my legs began to shake. “Violet its hard for me to say this but,” my foster mother said as she took a deep breathe than continued “we can’t keep you here anymore” “Wha- why” I asked exasperated. “I didn’t do anything wrong did I” “No you did nothing wrong, its just that money is getting tight and we can’t afford to keep you here and also raise our other three kids,” she tried to explain to me softly. I didn’t respond back. Thousands of words came to mind but none of them could be expressed out loud. I just shook my head and bolted from the kitchen and into the living from. I ran upstairs to the room I shared with their 8-year-old daughter and grabbed my red hoodie and sprinted back downstairs. Waiting for me was the lady from the orphanage and my old foster parents. “Where are you going,” Bill asked (ex-foster dad) “Out” I replied as I grabbed my backpack and exited out the door without closing it behind me. ‘I need some where to go’ I thought as I headed right toward a place where peace was. Behind me I heard shouts but I ignored them and headed to my destination…
End of Flashback
A loud scream knocked me back into reality. Standing there behind me was the Orphanage lady. I heard her feet slosh down the grass as she reached me. “Violet,” she replied kindly. “Am I in trouble,” I asked like a three year old who was caught getting a cookie from the cookies jar. “No it was perfectly understandable why you left and I am sorry that you have to leave your home once more” “It’s not my home anymore, actually it never was. I always knew I would be leaving that house, but I hoped that I was wrong,” I said quietly as I gazed into the river that now stood still. All she did was give me a soft hug and helped me stand up. “Thanks” I said awkwardly. “Its perfectly fine, now I grabbed all you belongings and they are in my trunk. You will be coming back with me to the orphanage until we find you another parent who is willing to look after you,” she told as we walked back to her black car. “Kay” was all that came from my mouth as we entered her car.
The drive was silent except for the weather forecast on the radio. “And its going to be a sunny weekend here in Oregon…” but I droned out that noise and just stared outside the window. “Violet were here” I heard the ladies voice (who I found out name is Isabel) “Thank you Isabel for driving me” “Its no problem, now I will help you carry some of you luggage in and we can start finding you a new home,” “That sounds great” I tried to say with enthusiasm, but all that came out was a soft sad voice. She just gave me a squeeze on the shoulders before walking into the small but cozy home.
I followed her down a hallway and took a right into an office that was painted a light tan color. “Have a seat,” she said kindly while motioning to a comfortable looking leather chair that was a deep maroon color. “So let me look at our files and see if anyone is looking to adopt, than we will put in a few phone calls and get everything set up,” she said to me while reviewing some folders from her filing cabinet.
For the next hour or two I heard a lot of hm and tapping of telephone numbers. After what seemed like two more hours I heard Isabel clap her hands together excitedly and before I could ask her what was up she rushed out of her office leaving me alone. ‘That was weird’ I thought while looking at the mahogany desk. “Ms. Davies I have found you a guardian who is more than willing to take care of you,” Isabel said in an out of breathe sort of way. Before I could open my mouth and talk she continued. “His name is Michael Lewis and he just called back on my previous call and said that he would definitely love to adopt you!” she exclaimed in a happy tone. I on the other hand was shocked. Shocked because for one I think this was going to fast and two I was scared. Scared that this would turn out like all the others. But I shook my head at that last idea. ‘I shouldn’t judge the situation before it happens.’
“So when will I get to meet my new guardian,” I asked her politely hoping to hide the shock that still lied within my nerves. “I will be driving you next week to meet him” “Ok, so where does he live” “In Huntington Beach, California” Silence…
“I know this is a lot for you but think of it as a new adventure. Just close your eyes and take your first jump into the icy cold depths of a pool,” She said to me with a big grin plastered on her face. “I’ll try” I said “and is it ok if I go to bed, I’m kind of tiered” I yawned softly. “Of course let me show you to your bed” She said standing up and leading me to another hallway with a small room that contained a bed, dresser, and a nightstand. “Here you go,” she said opening the door more and turning on the light. “All of your stuff is here. I will let you make yourself comfortable, have a nice rest” She whispered before leaving me alone in the small room.
I walked over to the bed and sat down. I lay down on the soft blue comforter and looked up at the ceiling. ‘Well this is yet another chapter to my life’ I thought a little bitterly as I got up and grabbed my green flannel pajama pants and a black tank top. After changing into my clothes I grabbed my toothbrush, face wash, floss and all my other bathroom necessities and headed to the adjacent bathroom that was outside my bedroom.
Before long I was back inside the room lying down on the now un-made bed. Many thoughts still swarmed my head but the only one that dominated most of my thought process was the fact that I was moving to a different caretaker so fast.
‘Oh well I guess its just like the lady said, close my eyes and take my first big jump into the icy depths of the unknown and hope that I won’t be forgotten like have been for my last 17 years of breathing.’
3/18/13