Havily Nwakuche

English II

Mrs.Price

December 3, 2018

Ceramics

I am laying on my bed wrapped up in my purple and zebra print quilt watching Youtube,

being unproductive and lazy as always. It is getting dark out and it does not seem like my

homework, which is due tomorrow, is going to get done. Feeling unaccomplished and craving

some food I get up and go to the kitchen. I return to my room with a bounty of oranges and soda

and switch to another video. Listening to the lively words coming through the computer speaker,

gazing down at the light blue and neon pink bag slouching on the tan carpet, a feeling of anxiety

seems to hold me. Still, this does not give me the motivation to do my work. I have a feeling that

I will not have to go to school tomorrow anyway.

A light shines over my window. I hear a car door close and the door opening. My social

worker, Mrs. Blue walks in and I hear her talking to my sisters. Then I hear footsteps head

toward me and Mrs. Blue comes in to tell me the news, we are going back into foster care and I

needed to pack my stuff now. In shock, I start to put my clothes in my pink duffle bag. I get all

the items that I find important, with a feeling of dejection but not surprise. My mom comes and

speaks to me about what had happened and how she could not handle the stress of taking care of

us. She had expressed this concern with us just yesterday. She told us that she only wanted two

of us and the rest would have to go to our aunts and uncle. All of us already knew that the court

would not be okay with her plan but I guess we did hope it would work out. We all tried to talk

her out of the rash decision, but it was helpless. I start taking my bags to the small living room.
Our social worker, Mrs. Blue, is already taking the bags out to the car. I pick up my cats to say

goodbye and start to cry. I walk to the tiny white car jam-packed with our stuff. I fit myself into

the cramped space like I am trying to fit into size one pants, and we pull off into the darkness.

We are split up into a couple homes. I am lost in my thoughts, thinking how did things go

so wrong? Mrs. Blue tells me they could not find a place close to home, so we are going all the

way to Wilson. The road went on for miles, turn after turn it seemed like we were going to drive

to the end of the earth. We arrive at a large house., Mrs. Blue and I are the only ones who

remain. She turns off the engine and gets out of the car, and together we get all of my things.

Every step closer to the house my worry grows. We reach the doorstep and ring the doorbell, and

a woman slightly taller than me and light skinned answers the door smiling. She talks to me very

kindly, and the anxiety in my stomach ceases. She takes some of our bags and we head to her

living room the lights were only on in the kitchen. Walking in the muted light, everything is

under a shadow. Looking around I see a little room with a sorority painting and other items with

the same symbol on them. The rest of the house is pretty plain. We each chose to sit on separate

black couches, and she spoke about the rules. Basic things like no running in the house,

completing chores and cleaning after yourself. Mrs.Bridge then says a little about herself.

Promptly Mrs. Blues leaves and Mrs.Bridge takes me upstairs and tells me that she is a teacher at

a middle school and we will wake up early. She also tells me about her daughter Bella, she says

she is very talkative and was excited to meet us. Mrs.Bridge shows me my room and heads to her

own. I drop my thing and head to the bathroom the shower and brush my teeth. Ready for bed I

go back to my room, close the door, turn off the light and lay in bed. I look around the room and

start to cry.
 In Wilson, it is always cloudy. My mood is like the weather, bleak. I met Bella and chatty

already seems like an understatement. Her words ran around me like marathons, never ceasing.

Mrs.Bridge has another foster child, Angel. We all get into the car, Bella and Angel are in the

back. We start down the road heading to Wilson. After dropping off Angel and Bella and head to

the middle school in which she works. The school is shrunken and is made of bricks. Just

looking at it I feel a wave of depression inside is amplified the feeling that the outside gives me.

Walking it is dimly light, overcrowded and smells like a bathroom. We head to the office to start

on the paperwork, I am handed a green folder, thick with papers. Today is midterms and I have

to go to the library to finish the papers and wait for testing to end. I look around the library for a

book to read to pass the time. By the time they finish testing it is the third period and I enter a

history class. When I enter the room people turn and give me strange looks while I walk to the

back of the class and sit down at an empty seat. The rest of the day rushes by and I am soon

walking to Mrs.Bridge’s classroom, eager to get out of the school. We re-enter the gloomy

weather and get into her tan car. And drive to her grandma’s, we are going to stay here until

9:30. The house is a mess so I feel like standing up but they insist on me sitting down and it

would seem rude not to. I sit on the edge of a chair and pull out my work. When we leave it is

dark outside and I got to bed at eleven and wake up at four. This cycle repeated every day for

half a year except for church on Sundays. In the beginning, the church was a prison that I had to

go to every Sunday, something that seemed to interrupt my sleep like an alarm. Soon the word

that the paster said seemed to fit into my life like a puzzle, it was as if he was speaking just to

me. I even sometimes wanted to go. Outside of those four walls, it was the opposite. I hoped that

it would get better but it seemed to only get worse, Mrs.Bridge treated me coldly, she would
always discredit me for my hard work and put me down, and I never felt welcome at “home”.

Living here made me more and more depression.

One day during the summer I was finally able to meet with my mom and sister. While

one of these meetings my social worker mentioned that they were planning to move my foster

home closer to where I am from. it is like God had entered the room; I was finally able to leave

Wilson. At last, I had something to look forward to, I am counting down the day that seems to

inch by. Coming home from the visitation it seemed that the sun has finally taken on a shift. I

started to pack all of my things desperate to finally leave. Finally close to the end of summer

Mrs.Blue and I went to go see meet my new foster mom, Mrs.Kapri. When we enter her house

the first thing we notice is how colorful house is, it seems that every room has a different color

scheme, like rainbow sherbert but it all goes together. Mrs.Kapri has a dog named Nala.

Mrs.Kapri is very welcoming and kind. Meeting her made me even more excited to leave and

close this terrible chapter in my life. The sun is shining when it comes time to put my things into

Mrs.Blue’s car. Driving into Raleigh it feels like home I am overcome with joy to leave

everything in Wilson behind. We pull onto Mrs.Kapri’s street, arriving at her house she helps me

with my bags and in the future so much more. In the next year living with her, I grew close to

her. I sometimes think of her as my angel. A pastor at Wilson once told me how we are pottery

and that “God will have to break you before he can make you.” This taught me that things get

better and experiences like this make me stronger.