Avian:Alina Ch.3

This article was written by PyrastelleAkima on 2012-01-10 under Novels & Stories.

Here is chapter three, Enjoy :3

Chapter Three
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The soft light of a full moon shines onto my cheeks as I silently slip through the orphanage’s entrance into warm, fresh night air. My eyes turn towards the moon to admire in all its beauty.

 ‘Free.’ I silently whisper to myself, my feet gliding over smooth, damp grass as I headed towards Ezperanza’s playground. During the day, the playground is filled with screaming, laughing, cheerful kids, running around, sliding down the slides, swinging on swings, and so on, but at night, I rule the playground, like a queen. I never go out and play during the day, so everyone has fun with each other….except me.

The problem is, that if I go out there, I make friends, and if I am lucky, I will make the best friend I will ever have, and I don’t think I can take that again.

Because sooner or later, even if that person is your best friend in the world, the person that you keep your secrets in, the person that you climb trees with, the person that you consider to be your sister for life because you thought they would never ever in a million bazillion leave you and you two would stay together forever, it doesn’t matter, they will leave you in the end.

They will get adopted…. They get a home, a family, and a life.

And you get nothing, left behind and forgotten.

Over and over again.

Like an old rag doll.

Instead of playing with the other children of the orphanage, I stay alone, and I come out during the night, where I can have the playground all to myself.

I rule.

I headed towards the swings, my favorite, and lifted myself on. Pumping my legs, back and forth, again and again, going higher and higher, I swing on the swings. The air slaps me in the face, and pushes my hair back, but nevertheless it refreshes me.

Sometimes I like to wonder if this is what it feels like to fly….I just love how the winds blows into me, and when I reach that very top moment as the swing goes up and is about to go back down, it is like I could just leap, and soar the skies.

But of course, realistically, if I did that, I would land right smack-dab on my face.

I let go of the swing, and for a short, thrilling moment, I could at least pretend. I smiled and grabbed back on again before I could fall off.

For just a little while, I can just forget about all my troubles, the social workers, the homes, the interviews, everything.

I am free.

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I've got a new social worker, like always. I have been through so many that they just blend into each other.
I guess they don't have the patience or time to put up with me.

There is only one I can say I truly loved.

Ms. Jenkins, a sweet, fun, old lady with snow-like hair, and small dark blue eyes, and a nice plump body composure, always knew how to cheer me up, how to have fun, how to make the best out of every situation.

My very first social worker, she was the closet thing I had to a real mother. It wasn’t just another job, and I wasn’t just another broken kid to her, she actually cared. But then, adding to my series of unfortunate events, her fragile little heart finally gave out, and she slipped away from me and anyone who ever had the pleasure of meeting her.

That is not even the worst part.

She passed away on the 22^nd of March,

My birthday.

After her it has been just a blur of workers, coming into my life, and out just as fast. I guess they don't have the patience or time to put up with me.
Just the way I like it.
My newest social worker is supposed to be one of the best ones a kid could ever have.

I was told stuff about how he has a perfect record with kids like me and something like that, but I honestly don’t care.
I met him two months ago. He was short, had black hair, pale skin, and a stubbly hairs on his chin.
If I had to guess I would say he looked Asian.
I thought he might be ok,
until he opened his mouth.
Now I don't like him.
At all.
Go figure.
Look like I'm going to break that perfect record of his.......
Anyway, I should be getting ready right now.
Knock.
But I'm not.
Knock.
And I probably won't.
Knock.
Instead I'm laying down on my mat-bed, in some kind of awake-sleep limbo, I didn’t get to sleep until late last night, as a result of my midnight adventures.
Knock.
My social worker said I have an interview today with another foster home, and to get ready early.
Knock.
Too bad for him.
Knock.
I’ve already decided I’m not going.
Knock.
Knock.Knock.Knock.
OH MY GOD!!!! WHO THE HECK IS KNOCKING AT MY DOOR!!!!
I threw the covers off me, stood up, and walked across the room to the door.
I unlocked the door, and it flew open as I stepped back.

'I hope you've realized I'm not going anywhere.' I said as my social
worker, Mr. Kio, stepped in.
'Ali! You’re still in your pajamas? You should be ready by now! We are going to be late!’ He droned on and on, in my mind all I heard was
'Ali! Blah Blah Blah I'm an idiot Blah Blah Knick Knack Paddy Whack Blah Blah'
I just told him I'm not going, but he completely ignored me. Does he not listen? I keep dropping hints that I don’t like him, but he disregards them, just to get on my nerves.
‘Can’t you hear me? I'm not ready because I just said I'm not going. Maybe if you used your ears instead of your big mouth you would have heard me. I know, I know. Given the expression on your face I must be going to fast for you. But don't worry about it, all you have to do is turn around and get the heck out of this room. That should be easy for you right? Unless you’re dumber than I thought. In case you haven’t noticed, you can leave now.
Go.'
I made a shooing motion with my hands but I guess he didn't get the message because he just stood there and started talking.
Again.
Idiot.
'I'm not going to deal with you today Ali. Go get ready.' he said.
I rolled my eyes, and decided to work my mouth off.
‘Aren’t you SUPPOSED to 'deal' with me? Is that not your job?'
I was going to continue but he interrupted me before I could get my next sentence out.
' No Ali, My job is to help you. To make sure you get placed with the right family. A PERNAMENT family. Where you will be happy. But I can't do that if you keep fighting me! Don't you want this….?-’ He dared to put one of his grubby little hands on my shoulder.
I stopped him right there and slapped his hand off like it was a fly. I do not condone touching, especially from him.
Who does he think he is?
Ugh!
He doesn't understand anything about me, or he would know NEVER to touch me, and when to just
Leave.
Me.
Alone.
I will have to pound it through his thick head. I glared at him.
‘ Don’t ever touch me! Can you leave me alone?! I already said I don’t want to go! No, I forgot, you can't hear a single thing! Anything I say goes in one ear and out the other. I'm not going and that is final.
Never, never, never!'
As I said this I could see his face turning a bright, tomato red. I could tell that I finally dug under his skin.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Here I thought I would never get him mad. He has been so disgustingly calm and patient with me. It looks like I've finally done it.
I'm proud of myself.
His hand made a fist, which he banged on the table as he practically yelled
'What’s WRONG with you Ali! I-'
'Oooo, looks like you’re getting mad!' I teased in my annoyingly squeaky voice. I hate being 10.
Anyway, I pushed further.
'Are you sure you should be screaming at me like this? Throwing a fit never helps the situation, like you said, remember? Maybe you need some time to calm down, like you give me when I am mad. Besides, your face is turning really REALLY red.
You are not supposed to get mad when I’m being difficult, instead, talk to me about it, and find out why. Like the social worker you are supposed to be. But we both know you’re not very good at your job, are you?' I sweetly smiled at him.
I had gone through his bags while he was out, and found his counseling book.
I had to keep myself from doubling over with laughter when I read it. It was complete crap; I can’t believe he follows it!
He opened his mouth again.
'You know what Ali? You may not think you do but you need my help. Do you plan on spending your life here? Being miserable and lonely? No, you don’t. You want to be happy, but you won't be unless you let me help you, instead of blocking me out. Let me help you…'
'Oh please. That came straight out of Chapter 8 in that book of yours. It’s really ironic actually, how you probably think it can solve your problems about me. But all it does is cause you more, because you know it can't help you; I'm too much for you, aren't I? Admit it. You aren’t as good as you thought, you are just a fake. Come on! It will make you feel better. Let it alllll out. '

He was taken aback by my words, but then a look and his eye appeared, and as if we were playing a game of chess, in a casual tone, he said this

‘Well, Alina, if not me, who else will help you? I am the only person you have.’ He smirked.

‘You know, the only person you did have is dead, and she is never coming back. There is me and only me now.’ 

I could practically hear him say checkmate in the back of his head. I stared at him, shocked, with a hurt and also bewildered look. I didn’t even know he knew about Ms. Jenkins…and if he does….he just used it against me in an unforgivable way.

 I bit my lip in anger.
Not my usual angry but something.........different.
Like a small fire in my chest. I felt like I was going to blow up, I wasn’t angry….I was furious......

And I am going to take it all out on him.
'This is STUPID! Why am I fighting with you! I said I'm NOT GOING and THAT IS IT! Get out. NOW.'
As I said this I could hear my voice change to a more....commanding tone.
Mr. Kio, I could see fear in his eyes,  he backed away from me, as if I would hurt him if he didn't. Maybe I would.
'I said NOW!'
The whole room started shaking. Strands of my hair flew up,
so did the water on the table, shaking and splashing. I didn’t take notice.
'C-c-calm down Ali. Don't w-w-worry about going. You don’t have to. Just-just calm down alright?'
'Liar! You big fat liar! You’re just saying that to get me to calm down. WELL TOO BAD. No, no, no, no, no!' I screeched as I stomped my feet.
I walked across the room to my bookbag and grabbed it.
I'm glad I never unpack.
'No.' I continued, a little bit calmer,
‘It’s not going to be ok.'
I strode over to him with a grin on my face. He backed away.
For a ten year old, I'm pretty tall. Also thin and kind of wiry. If I wanted I could pass for eleven, maybe twelve, easily. I realized he was a lot shorter than I thought. I was just as tall as him.
' I'm not stupid, if that’s what you think. I know I'm getting out of this place one way or another, WITHOUT you. In fact, I'm doing it right now.'
I walked to the door, stopped, and turned to him.
'Your right you know. I think I don’t need your help, because
I DONT NEED YOUR HELP.
I can do fine all by myself, and I'm going to prove it. I'm going to walk out that door, and I am NEVER coming back. And also, I'm warning you now, DON'T FOLLOW ME, or you will end up like Ms. Jenkins.
He stared at me, stunned and frozen where he stood.
I smiled and opened the door, slamming it behind me.
That felt good.
I waited a few seconds, but he didn't come after me.
'Wow.’ I thought.
' I must be tougher than I think.'

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