|Love of a Family
Author: Carebear3 PM
Can the love of a family help a little girl to love again? And once they help her, will she be taken away only to be hurt again? Complete!Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance - Chapters: 9 - Words: 12,653 - Reviews: 35 - Favs: 2 - Updated: 11-27-01 - Published: 11-18-01 - Status: Complete - id: 460312
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Disclaimer: Not mine, you know that.
Author's Notes: I have no idea where this came from but I started to write it down and I decided I liked it. Please review, because I like to know what you think about it.
Here I am on the way to another home, stuck in the backseat of the car while Miss Grant drives me over there with my one bag of clothes. This is probably my seventh home after ten years, and so far none of them want me. I'm too wild and mean, that's what the last one said. Yeah, I remember that one perfectly. I was only there for two months before Mr. and Mrs. Jenson decided I wasn't like their other children. Good thing too, because those kids were way too nice for my tastes. All of them with R names: Reggie, Ronald, Rachel, and Richard. I shudder to think about what would have happened to me if I stayed there.
Miss Grant is looking back at me right now, glancing over my outfit and hair just to make sure everything is perfect. She says this could be the one. Yeah, cause that's what she said last time too and look how that turned out. This family will send me back in a matter of months anyway, so I don't see why I have to dress like such a girl. She handed me a blue dress a little too big for me because I'm too small for my age and told me to put it on. I thought she was crazy, but when she started to tug it over my head, I pulled away and did it myself. Then she handed me a brush and ordered me to brush my shoulder length blondish reddish hair. "It has too many knots," she said.
So I brushed through it to make it look decent and then glanced at myself in the mirror. I'm not a vain person, and I don't usually care about how I look, but this was too much. All I could see was a little person with an oversized blue and white dress, red hair that was halfway tangled, and a set of freckles to give anybody away. I glared at Miss Grant and tried to pull the dress over my head. "Jessica, it looks good on you," she tried to say.
"My name is Jessi, not Jessica. And I don't like it, and I won't wear it."
She sighed, and for a moment I thought I had won, but then she turned to say, "I'll give you any book you want out of my collection if you wear the dress and let me brush and braid your beautiful hair."
Now, since books are one of the only things to keep me busy when I'm with someone new, I love any reading material. So I agreed and picked the biggest, most exciting book I could find from the shelf and let her dress me up like a doll. She finished braiding my hair and then handed me my bag, telling me to, "Go get in the car."
I rolled my eyes, but now I'm in the car on my way to someone new. These people I've heard about are in the military, a couple of lawyers. They got two kids, a boy who is eleven and a girl who is eight. Which puts me right in the middle even though I'm an only child. All my life I was supposed to be an only, but that never happened. I've had so many brothers and sisters that I can't count. And mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, and grandparents galore. I used to dream that my mom or dad would come get me and we'd live happily ever after, but now I know that doesn't happen.
We're pulling up to a nice little house with a pretty porch and a large yard. No one is outside except a dog, a big dog. Looks like a golden retriever, the kind I always used to want. Miss Grant motions me to open the door and join her outside. "Look, they have a golden retriever, the kind of dog you always said you wanted," she exclaims.
"No it isn't. I wanted a lab all my life," I say with a frown.
"Jessica, try to be nice, please. These are really nice people if you'll just give them a chance," she pleads.
She ignores me and goes on talking about what the people's names are as we walk to the door. "The mother's name is Sarah, but she has graciously said to call her Mac. The father is Harmon, otherwise known as Harm. And the children are Austin and Sydney. They are their biological children and you are their first foster child," she rambled on.
Better for me cause it'll be easy to shake them up with any little tricks I play. It's show time now. The mother is opening the door and the rest of them are behind her. Here I go…