Well lets begin......Once upon a time......

Well lets begin......Once upon a time......
Well I arrived. I was 13 and very nervous and scared. I took in the view of the huge old house it was in the stages of being renovated. I was directed to the front room which was to be the TV room. Inside was 3 beds and a whole bunch of junk. I was told that I was to sleep here for awhile till they finished the bedrooms. Great....It was bad enough that I was dragged out to the sticks , Scarborough Ontario, but now to find out that I was shoved into a home that wasn't even finished. I surveyed the room--the TV-room...Which had no TV...And gazed upon two stained glass windows...I walked over to the windows and looked out to see a huge school. I then turned to the left and traced with my finger the coloured glass. I thought to myself well this place can't be that bad if a pretty fragile window can survive here, then maybe I could too. Just then a woman burst into the room, --"please be seated on your bed here, I would like to go over some of your file with you." Well at least I knew now where I was to sleep--I sat on the bed, then she too lowered herself on my bed. I shoved over very quickly to make room for her--she was in my space-my comfort zone. She got down to business--laying out the "rules" of my new home. I was to be on house restriction--no leaving the Kennedy House residence without permission, bed times, meal times, and I was expected to do chores. Gee this woman, was scaring me.....I wanted to tell her that I was a good kid, and I really didn't belong here....I was a victim of a dysfunctional family, I didn't get placed here by the courts....Just as I was about to interrupt her ...She put a warning finger up, and said "I am not finished yet"..And you will be starting school tomorrow. I was so choked up at being dismissed, I started to cry...Spitting out all my thoughts into uncontrollable sobs......."Well none of that" she shouted, which just made me scream louder.....She at this point --smacked me across my left check..Yup that worked-I shut up. Happy that she now had the upper hand.........She carried on with my agenda and duties...I sat there on my bed, caressing my stinging cheek...Willing the pain would subside to a point where I could bare it. I fully tuned back in when she was saying she blamed me for making her slap me... And her voice softened and she said that ...She forgave me, and requested that I make more of an effort to fit in. Damn I wished for night to come quick, I was exhausted.