sa pamamagitan ng the time, I reached Social Services noon had come. I walked inside the one-story, brick building. I looked around the large, blue-walled room the door had revealed. I didn’t see Lucy.
A curvy, dark-toned woman come up to me. She had curly black hair, and brown eyes.
“You must be, Damien,” sinabi the woman. I nodded.
“And you are?” I knew she was a social worker, but that’s all.
“I’m Stacey, Stacey Sterns,” she said.
“You’re Lucy’s worker, right?”
“Yes, I hate that little freak. She’s a demon child,” Stacey sinabi with a disgusted look on her face.
“That’s not very fair to say,” I said. “Maybe she just doesn’t like you.”
“Every person that has been with her- teachers or foster parents- has sinabi she was terrible,” Stacey shook her head.
“No one knows how to handle her. Yesterday, when she was with me, I noticed Lucy only wants someone to listen to her,” I said.
“She’s putting on an act. Just when you are least expecting it, she’ll turn on you,” sinabi the woman.
“To each is own,” I said, and then turned as I felt arms go around my waist. I turned around, and looked down.
“Lucy! I was wondering when you would get here,” I picked her up.
“I brought my sketchbook,” she held a black covered book in her little hand.
“Good, I’ll look before you leave,” I said. Lucy nodded, instead of saying ‘okay’.
“Damien, Lucy, are you ready to get started?” Stacey asked. I turned back to her. Stacey walked to a black mesa with three chairs around it. Lucy and I sat side-by-side, Stacey opposite us. “So, what did you call this meeting for?”
“I wanted to talk about influences, and people,” I said.
“Alright,” sinabi Stacey. “Lucy, what influences you?”
“Uh…” Lucy started.
“No, no, no,” I said. “You’re doing it all wrong. That isn’t what I meant, either.”
“Then what did you mean?” Stacey asked, agitated.
“I meant, doesn’t Lucy deserve madami positive influence in her life?” I asked.
“She has it, from Mr. and Mrs. Blevins,” Stacey said.
“Positive to her, not positive to society,” I said.
“What do you want around her? That street-rat? Yeah, that’s positive. A positive ticket to jail,” Stacey snapped. I wondered whom she was talking about.
“Xander is not a street-rat, you ignorant woman!” Lucy exclaimed. Xander that was Lucy’s best friend.
“What do you call that boy, then?” Stacey sinabi intensely.
“Homeless, because his mother is a selfish bitch!” Lucy explained, angered.
“Do not use that language in here. Lower your voice,” Stacey commanded.
“Lucy will do whatever the hell she wants. You are not her parental figure,” I said, becoming pissed at the woman across from me.
“No one is, because this child is bad. No one wants her!” Stacey said.
“I want to be her mentor,” I said. I could not adopt her, Grey would have a fit. I didn’t want to listen to her complain.
“Why?” Stacey asked.
“To teach her a person like you is what poisons the world,” I sinabi my voice strong.
“Fine, you’ll see what I’m talking about. Maybe you’ll put some respect into her, and then it will rub off on you,” Stacey said.
“Lucy, or I, aren’t the ones who need it,” I took Lucy sa pamamagitan ng the hand, and walked out of Social Services.
A curvy, dark-toned woman come up to me. She had curly black hair, and brown eyes.
“You must be, Damien,” sinabi the woman. I nodded.
“And you are?” I knew she was a social worker, but that’s all.
“I’m Stacey, Stacey Sterns,” she said.
“You’re Lucy’s worker, right?”
“Yes, I hate that little freak. She’s a demon child,” Stacey sinabi with a disgusted look on her face.
“That’s not very fair to say,” I said. “Maybe she just doesn’t like you.”
“Every person that has been with her- teachers or foster parents- has sinabi she was terrible,” Stacey shook her head.
“No one knows how to handle her. Yesterday, when she was with me, I noticed Lucy only wants someone to listen to her,” I said.
“She’s putting on an act. Just when you are least expecting it, she’ll turn on you,” sinabi the woman.
“To each is own,” I said, and then turned as I felt arms go around my waist. I turned around, and looked down.
“Lucy! I was wondering when you would get here,” I picked her up.
“I brought my sketchbook,” she held a black covered book in her little hand.
“Good, I’ll look before you leave,” I said. Lucy nodded, instead of saying ‘okay’.
“Damien, Lucy, are you ready to get started?” Stacey asked. I turned back to her. Stacey walked to a black mesa with three chairs around it. Lucy and I sat side-by-side, Stacey opposite us. “So, what did you call this meeting for?”
“I wanted to talk about influences, and people,” I said.
“Alright,” sinabi Stacey. “Lucy, what influences you?”
“Uh…” Lucy started.
“No, no, no,” I said. “You’re doing it all wrong. That isn’t what I meant, either.”
“Then what did you mean?” Stacey asked, agitated.
“I meant, doesn’t Lucy deserve madami positive influence in her life?” I asked.
“She has it, from Mr. and Mrs. Blevins,” Stacey said.
“Positive to her, not positive to society,” I said.
“What do you want around her? That street-rat? Yeah, that’s positive. A positive ticket to jail,” Stacey snapped. I wondered whom she was talking about.
“Xander is not a street-rat, you ignorant woman!” Lucy exclaimed. Xander that was Lucy’s best friend.
“What do you call that boy, then?” Stacey sinabi intensely.
“Homeless, because his mother is a selfish bitch!” Lucy explained, angered.
“Do not use that language in here. Lower your voice,” Stacey commanded.
“Lucy will do whatever the hell she wants. You are not her parental figure,” I said, becoming pissed at the woman across from me.
“No one is, because this child is bad. No one wants her!” Stacey said.
“I want to be her mentor,” I said. I could not adopt her, Grey would have a fit. I didn’t want to listen to her complain.
“Why?” Stacey asked.
“To teach her a person like you is what poisons the world,” I sinabi my voice strong.
“Fine, you’ll see what I’m talking about. Maybe you’ll put some respect into her, and then it will rub off on you,” Stacey said.
“Lucy, or I, aren’t the ones who need it,” I took Lucy sa pamamagitan ng the hand, and walked out of Social Services.
Temporary Home
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are mga kerubin who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to ilipat on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before you can say “Thank you” or “I pag-ibig you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They halik our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are mga kerubin who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to ilipat on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before you can say “Thank you” or “I pag-ibig you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They halik our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
mga kaibigan Are Forever,so I thought.
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.
I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.
Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.
mga kaibigan don't back stab you.
mga kaibigan don't talk behind your back or be pissed off at you when they feel like it.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all mga kaibigan for never.
When we need to go back to being mga kaibigan FOREVER!
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.
I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.
Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.
mga kaibigan don't back stab you.
mga kaibigan don't talk behind your back or be pissed off at you when they feel like it.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all mga kaibigan for never.
When we need to go back to being mga kaibigan FOREVER!