“Zayn?” Mrs. Collins called me into her office.
The last guidance counselor had major OCD issues. Everything in the office perfectly placed. I used to move his plaques just to mess with him. There'd be no such entertainment with Mrs. Collins. Her desk was a mess. I could bury a body in here and no one would ever find it.
Taking the seat across from her, I waited for my ass-chewing.
“How was your Christmas break?” She had that kind look again, sort of like a puppy.
“Good.” That is if you considered your foster mom and dad getting into a screaming match and throwing everyone's gifts into the fireplace a good Christmas. I'd always dreamed of spending my Christmas in a hellhole basement watching my two best friends get stoned.
“Wonderful. So things are working out with your new foster family.” She said it as a statement, but meant it as a question.
“Yeah.” Compared to the last three families I had, they were the fucking Brady Bunch. This time around, the system had placed me with another kid. Either the people in charge were short on homes or they were finally starting to believe I wasn't the menace they'd pegged me to be. People with my labels weren't allowed to live with other minors. “Look, I already have a social worker and she's enough of a pain in my ass. Tell your bosses you don't need to waste your time on me.”
“I'm not a social worker,” she said. “I'm a clinical social worker.”
“Same thing.”
“Actually, it's not. I went to school for a lot longer.”
“Good for you.”
“And it means I can provide a different level of help for you.”
“Do you get paid by the state?” I asked.
“Yes.”
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Wild Hearts // Ziall
Fanfiction"I won't tell anyone, Niall. I promise." Zayn tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. It had been so long since someone touched me like he did. Why did it have to be Zayn Malik? His dark brown eyes shifted to my covered arms. "You didn't do tha...
