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to him and he was still sitting on the arm of the couch.

" did you think i was kidding? " I held the lemonade out of his reach. " get off the arm. "

" you lucky you sexy , man. " he plopped onto the couch and I gave him the lemonade.

" whatever . " I said slowly.

I took a seat on the loveseat that was next to the couch. I stared blankly at the tv. It wa on CNN. Not my style but I wasnt about to change it.

We sat in an awkward silence for a little over ten minutes before Ashton finally made his appearance. It took his ass long enough. He was looking good though, in a blue hoodie with a grey shirt underneath, grey jeans, and grey sneakers that had blue detailing. An earring in his ear to top it off and the waves in his hair spinning.

He made me feel self concious. I was in the exact same clothes from last night. I hadn't showered or changed anything. I suddenly wanted to get out of there. I was in a room with 2 fine dudes and I felt like what-the-fuck .

" wassupp, Nell. " he walked over to Nell who stood up and they did a lil handshake.

" nothing, man. . . " he started mumbling to Ashton.

You know when someone doesn't want everyone to hear something so they start to mumble back and forth.

That's what was going on. I definitely felt out of place.

I shifted in the chair a bit, trying to wake up my ass. The loveseat I was sitting on looked good but I was getting the thought that it was only for show, because it had little to no cushion at all.

They continued to mumble and I decided I had had it. I stood up slowly and they didn't even notice it. I grabbed my bag and made my way slowly to the back door . I opened it and closed it quietly behind me.

I would catch up with Ashton when he wasn't mumbling back and forth with his friend, or whoever the hell Nell was to him. he knew where to find me. I wouldn't be leaving Heaven if I would go to work for him.

I couldnt figure out why I felt so. . . Jealous, maybe.

It was all so stupid.

Sure, I wanted Ashton's attention on me but he had just recently met me so this was no way for me to act. I must been so mixed up inside because Ashton was about the first guy I ever truly thought I could like. There was so much for me to like about him and I hoped he felt the same about me. Because to be honest, I didn't want to go back to Heaven at all. I was hoping he would come to me.

A few days passed and I was sadly disappointed when I saw no sign of Ashton at Heaven at all. Night after night I found myself saearching for him but never did see his face . I wanted to put off the things I was really feeling. I really wanted to scream in frustration. He liked me, didn't he? So what was taking him so long to come to Heaven and get me.

But was i even reallly ready to try and explore what people called love .

Maybe I was asking for just too much, and trying to take things to fast. There was always thee possibility that he really didn't like me or that he was busy. Those were the only two options and hopefully he was just busy.

Friday came after school I went to the nail salon to get a fill in on my finger nails and another pedicure. This time I was going to get just a white tip of them all. The last time I had gotten such a elaborate design that it costed me $80 for my hands and then another $60 for my toes . Nope, I wouldn't me doing that any time soon. I had to make sure my money didn't run low. Because not only did I have a feeling that Jas's grand mother would be kicking me out soon but I just wouldn't feel right if I blew all $3,568 in my stash.

Once my nails were done and dry I swung back to the house . I need to catch a shower and quick nap. But unfortunately once I laid down for a nap my cell phone rang.

It was my foster mother.

Social serviced would be by in less than an hour and I had to be there.

That was our agreement. I could move out as long as I continued to pretend I lived there so she could get those checks each month.

So I had to go. . . It wasn't a choice for me.

I guess I would be going to work tonight running on a few hours of sleep. But it wouldn't be the first time.
the realization


-Saphire-
The house looked completely gloomy to me. It was the definition of hell at that very moment. I thought about running back home, to Jas's grandmother's house . But I wouldn't be able to run forever. I person can only hide from their problems for so long until they finally catch up to them. I would rather just deal with them in thhe present, that way they can never come back to bite me in my ass in the future.
So I took a deep breath. No matter how hard my stomach was flipping, I knew what I had to do.
I walked up the steps to the porch, swung open the screen door and knocked on the door itself. I knocked a few times , lightly at first, and then when I got my nerve up I knocked a bit harder.
The 3 story house was a tragedy. It had to be builly 20 years before I was even born. It sat sturdy in the middle of the hood though ; withstanding time, weather, a bunch of families, and most of all it withstood bullets.
Macie, my foster mother, tried to keep the house presentable but she was only one person. Her husband, John worked in the day and slept at night so she basically took car of all 4 adopted kids on her own. And when I was there, for maybe a week or so, she took care of all 5 of us. She cooked, cleaned, helped the younger ones with homewok, while always keepingg time for shoppingg and clubbing friday-saturday . Then, when she was all partied out and had a hangover of her life, she would wake up on sunday morning, drink a cup of coffee, and got tto churcch . She was confused. I never understood how she could take the money the state gave her for the kids and use it on herself and then pray about it.
Sick ass lady.
The door swung open and the eldest of the group stood there, hand in his pocket, glaring at me. His name was Fayzon. He was 17 1/2 and he was rough. I didnt like him simply because he didn't like me , it had nothing to do with me liking him and being jealoous beccause we weren't together. No, that just wasn't the case. He was a grade A asshole ; period.
" can I come in? "
He stepped to the side, allowing me to enter. " the smelll of bleach hit me right in my face Macie must've gotten in her cleaning mode. Social services was coming, after all.


The awkward silence was killing me. I had been sitting on the loveseat across from Macie and John who were sitting side by side on the couch. John looked pale as hell for a pure black man. He was nervous too, it was obvious from the way he twisted his hands back and forth.
Macie, though, had an indifferent look on her face which woould turn into a welcoming smile- a fake welcoming smile, might I add- as soon as she opened the door for my social worker Ms.Johnson.
These people were making me sick. How could they go through life? If I did to kids what they did, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. But ii guess the children were better off with Macie aand John than with some other family. Macie and John didn't abuse the kids in any way ; they out foood on the table and a roof over their head but they let the children run wild. Neither of them worried about what the children did when theyy weren't in the house.
They cared too little.
I had been waiting for that knock on the door and when it finally came I sucked in a deep breath.
Macie went and got up to open the door and they both re-entered the room.
Ms.Johnson sat on the small love seat next to me with her breif case placed safely over her legs that were crossed neatly at the ankle.
Ms.Johnson was a beautiful sista with light brown hair and light brown eyes to match. And to be in her late 30's she had a body to kill. But she was a tight ass ; she kept her hair pulled into a tight bun in the center off her head, her lips pressed tight together, with a conservative suit on 24-7 .
If she would just-
" so, Saphire , " Ms.Johnson started. " how have you been? "
Macie jumped in " oh she's just fine, dooing well in school and- "
" excuse me, but I asked Saphire. Now Saphire if you would please- how have you been? "
The room fell silent . everything depended on my next statement. I could say I was a stripper and that I had been living with a friend becaause honestly I was siick oof clapping my ass for any amount of money. But iff I said that I would for sure be moved to a different home in possibly even a different town or state. As much as I hated to admit it ; I didn't want to leave Ashton behind. I wanted to see if he was really into me and if we could get to know eachother better. And I didn't want to leave Jas behind ; Best friends forever .
I sighed , supressing an eye roll. " I've been fine. "
" is that all? "
"Yes. " I all but growled at her. " what do you want me to say ? Thaat im perfect? That everything is the same as when my mother was alive ? Well , for your information, its not the same. And it never will ne. So please, as question that you really want to know the answer to . Ask if they're beating me or if im starving to death, not some bullshit like how im doing. "
Because I will never be fine again whether im here or not, I wanted to say but I had said enough. She got the message . I slumped back on the

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