Hey everyone, it's Mackenzie. Sorry I haven't posted in a while. It's been crazy here. Jeanie, my social worker, took me out for burgers and shakes. She always acts like it's some big treat, like I don't know what it means. Its gotten to where even the smell of burgers makes my head hurts and makes me feel like I"m going to trow up. Sure enough, it turns out that my foster family has decided that they "can't meet my needs at this time" and that they want to "pursue permanent placement with a child for whom they are a better fit," which is a bunch of buisiness-y words that mean that I had to move in with a new family. Again. The new foster family is okay. I guess. I dunno. I spend most of my time in my room , anyway. School is another story.
Jeanie was gong on and on about this teacher that I was supposed to have, Mrs. Harker. How she was SO great and SO fun and how everyone loved her. Then I get here and guess what Mrs. Harker is gone and instead I have this. .. thing. Her name is Miss Hunter and she is absolutely, totally horrible. Everyone knows it. They know that she yells and trips kids in the hallway and is like a million years old. But they don't see what I see. I see things like how pale she is, or how much time she spends sleeping in class. I see the dirt on her clothes and how she never smiles and she never goes outside. When they say she's out for blood, they don't know how right they are. But I do. I've dealt with them before; they're the reason I'm in this mess to begin with. I have to do something to stop her before it's too late. The question is what.
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