wirthless5502

Jun. 14th, 2007

02:06 pm - The Adoptee

Event after event seems to be flowing at me, one all the commotion stops, my entries will die down. Then and just then, with I subdue to writer's block and shut the hell up. Meanwhile, forgive my poetic intake, but at the door stands a whore trying to sell herself. No joke. A 16, maybe 17 year old girl comes to our door, apparently this is how adoption takes place now-a-days. What ever happened to just leaving the kid as a baby on the doorstep? I don't know, I guess the wolves were getting to much food out of that one. Meanwhile, this girl comes to us with what appears to be a catalog, in case we were not interested in her, perhaps we would like one of the other orphans.
    She started at the door, handing me a brochure, and asking the simply question "Are your parents home?". My inner thought screamed "Don't you talk down to me". Being the fact that my mother is a work (thank god, she could relate after being adopted herself, not that being so would have meant i'm getting a new sister). So, my mother is at work, and my dad is relitivly sick. Therefore I respond "No, my parents are dead." "Who are you living with now?" She replyed with while being slightly taken back. "I'm living with my sister, while she finishes college, and help me build up my fund for which. "Oh really, well im getting sponsored to go to college, but until then I could live with the two of you, I cook, and clean, all I need is for your sister to sign these forms and-" I couldn't contain my laughter.
    This girl had clearly been through enough, though her barbaric method of saying "Im from texas, and we dont take "no" for an answer", along with all of her other lines that she had obviously written down, and used on dozens of people before. how else would she be able to cue exactly what to say and when to say it in such a poetic chemestry that would make an old women cry. I was no old women. These smug comments made me stop my entire restraint of the dog with my foot. Having a growling dog at my feet quickly persuaded her to leave. She was done, and well on her way out of the house when I realized something. Looking down the streets are 2 or 3 other kids. They were all going house to house trying to find a home. It was rather gang-like. I almost expected the lady across the street to be persuded "lite up" and have her house taken to me the HQ of these cradel-less teens.
    However they didn't light up the old lady. They merely went from house to house, into the confines of the neighborhood to attempt to stash themselves away into the crack-house like homes in my neighborhood. They has certainly picked the right neighborhood from themselves though, it suiting. They would feel right at home with our horrible city neglected roads, that have been torn up by teenagers on there first drive out. Don't get me wrong we don't have shoes hanging from our electrical wires, this certainly isn't the ghetto, but it could be a hell of a lot nicer.

P.S. excuse me getting fancy with the colors and whatnot, just making my boring life a bit more exciting.