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I hate waiting rooms especially if it’s in a hospital.
I hate hospitals. It smells too clean to me. I believe that germs make the air smell good. When I told Mr. Jenkins (he’s a doctor) that he called the state and told them that they gave him a crazy child.
But Mrs. Rivers had an appointment today. Turns out Mrs. Rivers is having a baby. Why they took me in amazes me. The day Mrs. Young announced she was having a baby they called Mr. Bill.
I’d been with the Rivers’ for two weeks now. They were nice and all but Mrs. Rivers and I didn’t talk much and it was just us in the house during the day but things might be looking up. I’m going to be a bridesmaid in a local wedding.
“Jessie-Maria?” Mr. Rivers asks walking out the door.
“The air smells germless,” I blurt. I felt my cheeks blush. Why did I have to say a stupid think like that? Mr. Rivers just chuckled.
“Come on,” Mr. Rivers says. “We got a surprise for you.”
“What kind of surprise?” I ask following Mr. Rivers down the hall. Mr. Rivers didn’t say anything. He just opened a door to where Mrs. Rivers was sitting down. She smiled at me.
“Mr. Rivers said something about a surprise,” I say walking in. Mrs. Rivers nodded her head.
“Honey,” Mrs. Rivers says reaching out for me to hug her. I walked over to her and let her squeeze me.
“I’m having twins,” Mrs. Rivers smiles. I frown.
“What’s wrong?” Mr. Rivers asks. I don’t know why but I go fly out the door and ran outside.
“JESSIE-MARIA!” Mr. Rivers calls. I turn around.
“Are you ok, honey?” Mr. Rivers asks me. He takes my hand and gets down to my height.
“I guess I’ll be leaving ya’ll soon,” I say. Yes, I know that ‘ya’ll’ is not a word but I’ve spent a considerable time in the South.
“Do you not like it here?” Mr. Rivers asks.
“No. You and Mrs. Rivers are really nice and I like being back in Massachusetts and I expected to stay here at least until the baby came but now that you’re having twins I guess I’ll be leaving after Mrs. Baldwin’s wedding,” I sigh.
“Jessie-Maria,” Mr. Rivers sighs. “I know that you’ve lived in quite a few foster families and that you’ve probably had something similar happen to you but Joan and I like you and if it’s all right with you, we’d like for you to stay.”
“Under one condition,” I say.
“What is it?” Mr. Rivers asks.
“That you stop calling me Jessie-Maria and call me Sean. Everybody else does. Even your wife sometimes calls me that,” I said. Mr. Rivers smiled.
“Deal,” Mr. Rivers smiles.
“Aren’t these cute?” Mrs. Rivers asks.
I nod. We’re baby shopping. We’re also shopping for me but Mrs. Rivers made a beeline for the baby clothes the minute we walked into the store.
“Are you having two girls, two boys, or a boy and a girl?” I ask.
“Tom and I want to be surprised,” Mrs. Rivers says.
“I like surprises,” I blurt. Mrs. Rivers smiles.
“So do I,” Mrs. Rivers says. “For now we’re looking at things in yellow and green.” I nod.
“What do you want?” I ask.
“In regards to what, honey?” Mrs. Rivers asks.
“Do you want two girls, two boys, or one of each?” I ask. “Oh and do you want them to be identical.”
“I’m not too crazy about identical twins, but I’ll take whatever the Lord gives me,” Mrs. Rivers said. “We can go baby shopping in a minute. You need a new dress. One that covers your knees.”
Right now I’m wearing one of Mrs. Rivers’ old pants. They’re too big for me and this belt I’m wearing is killing me.
“This one looks my size,” I say picking up a black and white dress.
“Go try it on,” Mrs. Rivers says taking a pink one off the rack.
“I’m pretty sure it’s my size,” I say. Mrs. Rivers hands me the pink dress and walks away. I walk towards the dressing room.
I hate dressing rooms. With all those mirrors around the scorn you. I haven’t been in one for over a year. I walk into the dressing room and the lady gives me a number two.
There’s only one left. The big one with all the mirrors around.
“Go on,” The woman says. I walk into the dressing room and tears stream down my face. I slowly undress.
My scares laugh and mock at me. My tears flow down like a river.
“Sean, are you ok?” Mrs. Rivers asks through the door. I guess I’m crying loud now. I put my shirt back on and walk out the dressing room.
“I can’t do it! I just can’t do it!” I cry. I run to the baby section and cry as if I was a baby.
You wouldn’t know it by looking at me but I’m the most wanted foster child in America. At least that’s what Mr. Harris said.
I’ve got scabby knees. Mr. Bill says that they’re scabbed beyond repair. I’ve fallen a lot trying new things.
My brown hair is always a mess and I’ve been told more than once that my fashion sense stinks.
Partly the reason why my fashion sense stinks is because I like to wear knee high socks and shorts/skirts to show off my knees. I’ve had more than one foster mother make me cover my knees.
If I’m so wanted then why do I have so much trouble staying in one place one may ask.
I’ve lived in every state at one time or another. The least amount of time I spent in a state was two days. It was seven months ago and Montana. The Andersons’ didn’t like me very much.
Mr. Bill says that it’s not my fault I have so much trouble finding a home. He says it’s the government’s fault for having so many corrupt people in the foster care system.
You see I’m gifted, special, unique. I can speak twenty-five different language. I can play just about any instrument. I can sing. I can dance. I have a photographic memory. I can remember stuff before I was even one. I’m only twelve and I already have my high school diploma (and I’ll graduate from college this summer).
I’ve had a hundred and seventy foster parents. A hundred of them have tried to use my gifts for profit.
The worst were the Winters’. They own a club in Boston. I became a household name at least in Boston because of them.
I performed in their club and I played in various symphonies in Boston. After three months of that kind of life I finally called Mr. Bill and asked him to get me out of there.
Too bad the day he got me out of there a huge blizzard happened.
So far Mr. Bill has been pulled over twice by the police and each time they’ve told him that he’s not supposed to be on the roads unless it’s an emergency and twice he’s yelled at the police saying that getting me to my new foster family is an emergency.
If you haven’t guessed by now Mr. Bill is my social worker. He’s the best and is devoted to all his kids. He tried to adopt me once but for the stupidest reason the state won’t let him. He’s got ten children already and something about adopting the child you’re a social worker to and blah blah blah.
“We’re here,” Mr. Bill said stopping the car. It was really snowing now. I couldn’t even see my new foster parents’ walkway to their house. I stepped and sunk into the snow. My knees and the snow collided.
I’m not that tall. I’m only four feet eight inches. I’m starting to regret wearing shorts today.
When I finally gotto the door I’m sure that my knees have caught frostbite and walking in this cold snow was all for nothing cause I’ll have to be rushed to the hospital. Mr. Bill catches up with me and rings the doorbell.
I try to think of something to say. Whenever I’m meeting a new foster family, I want something really smart to come out of my mouth. A woman with long sorta curly brown hair opens the door before I can come up with anything good.
“Yes?” She asks not opening the storm door.
“Mrs. Rivers? I’m William Johnson, the social worker. I called a couple of days ago and told you that I’d be dropping off Jessie-Maria on Friday,” Mr. Bill says.
Nobody ever really calls me Jessie-Maria. Mr. Bill does that for ‘legal’ purposes. Everybody just calls me Sean which is my last name. My mother called me that first. She had named me Jessie-Maria because she said that when she saw me she knew I would be ‘bitterly blessed’ with gifts. I don’t know what that means but I sure can get bitter about my ‘gifts’. It also didn’t hurt that Maria is the name of my mother’s all-time favorite character from The Sound of Music.
“Yes, you did call to tell me that but with this blizzard going on I would have thought it was at least postponed until tomorrow,” Mrs. Rivers says still not opening the storm door.
“Can we come in?” I ask.
“Of course!” Mrs. Rivers shouts opening the storm door. I walk in the door and instantly she notices that I’m wearing shorts and knee high socks.
“Scares show struggle and struggle leads to success,” I say. Mrs. Rivers’ looks at me and slowly nods.
I start to feel my cheeks blush. That was the stupidest thing I could have possibly said. I’m the shyest girl in the world well that’s what Mrs. Lewis said. Anyway, I’m shy so I don’t say much so I try to say something smart or humorous when I do speak. People like me because I think big and talk little, well that’s what Mrs. Peebles said.
“Tom, honey she’s here!” Mrs. Rivers shouts to her husband.
Mr. Rivers walks into the hallway. He’s a relatively tall man who was strangely wearing a cowboy hat.
“Welcome,” Mr. Rivers says offering his hand. I shake it. I hear a hint of a Southren Accent in his voice.
“I just need the two of you to sign some papers and I’ll be heading out,” Mr. Bill says opening his briefcase.
“You can’t go back out in that blizzard!” Mrs. Rivers shouts.
“I have to. My wife is probably freaking out,” Mr. Bill says taking a pen from his pocket. Mr. and Mrs. Rivers signed the paper.
“Call me,” Mr. Bill says giving me a kiss on the forehead.
I watch as Mr. Bill drives away down the street. I wonder if I ran out into the street if he would came back.
I look at Mr. and Mrs. Rivers just standing there in the hallway and right then and there I decide to keep my gifts a secret.
Coming Soon: Gifted
“You wouldn’t know it by looking at me but I’m the most wanted foster child in America. At least that’s what Mr. Harris said.”
Meet Jessie-Maria Sean. She’s gifted. She has a photographic memeory, she can sing, she can dance, she can play just about any instrument, she already has her high school diploma, and she’s in need of a home. She’s also the shyest girl in the world.
Joan and Tom Rivers offer to take her in as their foster child but Jessie-Maria knows that their kindest and love won’t last long. They’re expecting a baby this summer.
Jessie-Maria really likes Florida but no one there understands her. They don’t understand why she doesn’t talk much and Jessie-Maria is determined to keep her gifts a secret.
Jessie-Maria struggles to find her voice, make friends, and relize that her gifts are God given.