Fuck it.

Here, I'm going to lay down my backstory short and simple:

      My name is Virgil Kelly, I'm a 17 year old senior at Jefferson High school. No, i dont have any plans for college so dont even ask. My biological mother, Angelina, fucked around with men since she was 15. So, finally, at age 17, she had my older brother Damien. At age 18 she had me. Biggest mistake of her life. This bitch-wad Wasn't stable enough to take care of us both, so when I was 3, her rights as a mother were terminated  by  the court, and we were sent to Foster care. I refused to be separated from my brother, which might be the reason why nobody wanted us. Either that or no one wanted 2 misbehaved kids. We were apart of the system for about 4 years, being adopted out together, and put back into the system together.

Lets take a blast to the past real quick

        One day, they called my brother in for a 'daily check-in'.

1 hour passed I was getting lonely.
2 hours passed I was getting worried.
4 hours passed I was shaking.
7 hours passed I cried myself to sleep.

      12 hours later, I was woken up by Valerie. She is one of the workers here. Her usual soft and gentle voice turned into millions of sharp daggers as she told me that my brother was adopted by a seemingly 'loving and happy' family. I didnt care if they were loving or happy, they took my brother.

I felt sad
I felt lonely
I felt jealous
I felt anger.

   I refused to leave my room for anything.

    I rarely left for food, and I rarely left for meetings. I didn't even want to look at their faces, Valerie was a stretch.

    2 months passed, I was drawing in the sketchbook that Valerie had left for me. She said that it would ease my Anxiety. I was trying to draw a dragon, but it ended up looking like a bunch of messy lines joining together to form a dog with wings. (Quick reminder: I was 7, not Van Gogh.) I was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Go away" another knock. Maybe I had to ask nicer? "...Please go away?"

    Apparently not. It was no use, whoever it was opened the door and I quickly shut my book. A woman around her late 60s with short grey and white hair and round glasses walked into the room holding a clipboard, 2 men trailing behind her.

"Good evening Virgil, I'm Janelle. Do you mind coming with me?" She had the voice of a grandma who baked cookies for a living, knitting her grandchildren scarfs in her rocking chair. No offense.

"Yes, I mind very much." she gave me a stern look

"Fine, whatever" I tucked my sketchbook under the pillow, and stood up from the bed. I looked at her for privacy, and she nodded. She stepped out of the room with the men. I could hear them talking as I went to find an outfit.

"Virgil is an absolute angel"
I snapped my head towards the door. Why is she lying? She doesnt even know me. Hell, I dont even know her.

"His foster mates and the staff here have described him as kind but very bashful, adventurous but very diffident."  I dont even talk to the others here. What kind of bullshit is she trying to sell?

Now here's where she began to whisper, making me have to put my ear against the door, yanno, like a creep.

"It says here.. 'Damian and Virgil Kelly, two inseparable siblings. 2 months ago his brother Damian was adopted, and not really knowing how to cope well with that, he has isolated himself in his room. From this, the staff here have noticed that he is more introverted and anxious.'..Oh heavens.."
I slipped on my shoes quietly as she continued.
"It seems that Virgil doesn't quite fit the description of the child you wanted, we can look at oth-"

"We would like to meet with this kid."
This man has a very light but stern voice.

"Very well then."

I tossed on my plain black jacket and took that as my cue to open the door.

      She smiled as I followed her down the hall covered with inspirational quotes, I looked at the 2 men infront of me. The man on the right side had a more gregarious vibe coming off of him. He had on a light blue polo and what seemed to be a..cat onsie around his shoulders. On the leftside, now this man looked like he talked business. He had a more demure persona. He kept his posture straight and wore a black polo and dark blue tie, all topped off with a nerdy pair of glasses. We entered a small room and sat down. The first thing Janelle said was:

"So, lets get down to business"

       After about an hour and a half later, they all excused themselves, leaving me alone. I tapped my finger on the chair and looked around the small room. To my left was a singular light green wall which kind of threw me off, why have only one green wall? On the coffee table infront of me, there was a pile of magazines and a book that stood out.
  
  "Dealing with Intrusive thoughts"

I picked it up and skimmed through it.

'What if you, sniffed your dogs butt?' Followed by a picture of a man attempting to sniff a growling dogs ass.

I closed the book and put it down. Enough of that. I sat in the chair for another half hour and stared at the sad green wall.

Janelle walked back in with a huge smile on her face, the two men standing next to her. I could tell, whatever she had to say next, was no good.

"Virgil, This is Logan and Patton Sanders, your new parents"