Famous Last Words

Lyra POV

I’ve only been here for a few days, but I already realize it’s gonna suck. The other kids here are no different from the ones at school. Bullies. Just because I’m different from them. While the kids have lunch together, laughing and giggling to themselves in the cafeteria, I’m having lunch with the staff in the staffroom. They seem to be the only ones that understand what I’m talking about in everyday conversations. The other ones are shxt stupid, and I don’t even think one of them has passed the 6th grade yet.

They gave me a therapist, which is even more of a hassle. I’ve had many therapists before, and this one just gets high all the time, asking me ‘How do you feel about that?’ and not saying another word.
And I can’t even begin to explain the troubles of having a roommate. Their eyes judge every move you make. Every step you take (lol, it rhymed). This one likes to talk, too. And by that, I think they might have some sort of fxcking addiction to talking, because they can’t ever find the time to shut their mouth. I’m not one to socialize, especially with someone I can’t escape from.
I desperately miss home. I never wanted to leave, but I already ruined a life as it is. And I don’t want to press it anymore. It’s better the way it is for them. It’s not the most comfortable new place, but it’s better to make sacrifices for someone else, rather than choosing sacrifices another person has to make for you.
Besides, it’s only temporary. Every day I get by remembering that soon enough I’ll have a loving home, with parents of my own. And I won’t have to make their lives suck. I won’t be a spot on creation. I just hope it’ll happen soon, because I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
Today, I have my first meeting. Apparently it’s with a man looking for a kid like me, and I just hope it’ll turn out okay. I can’t explain the feeling you get before meeting someone for the first time who might take you in forever. You have to be able to impress them, while still being yourself. That’s so that you can be a bit better than you usually are, but you can slowly slide back into your own self so you’re not living a lie your whole life.
There’s a knock on the door, and I open it, desperately hoping it’s not my noisy roommate. It’s not. It’s just Carrie, the secretary.
“Lyra.” She says softly. “It’s time for your interview.”
I nod. “Thanks.” And she takes my hand and walks me to the door. On the other side of that door is the person that could be my future father.
With a shaking hand, I open the door, and sitting on the other side of the table, is no other than Mr. Gerard Way.

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