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🌱 kaitlin. Graphics 2,686 POSTS Pronouns: she/her last seen Apr 27, 2024 12:33:05 GMT -5 aspiring beam of light	maisie fee / seven. fin Jan 23, 2020 23:58:38 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Jan 23, 2020 23:58:38 GMT -5 M A I S I E eighteen \| district seven Ours are untidy souls. Both are covered with scars. — Marina Tsvetaeva maverick
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Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Jan 25, 2020 20:09:41 GMT -5

I remember the first time my brother lost me.

I had been little, maybe six or seven. I must have been seven, I guess, because Maverick was old enough that Mom let us go out by ourselves. I'm not sure, but I remember being so excited that the fair was coming to our part of Seven, so excited that I was going to get to play all the stupid games that came along with it. I begged and begged and begged to go for days, but I remember the tired look on Mom's face at the idea of having to take us.

Looking back, I can't really blame her.

Raising two hell-raisers couldn't have been easy by herself.

I remember that day at the fair so clearly though. I'm not sure why—I've never actually asked him, but I doubt the day had any real impact on Mav's life. Maybe it's because it was the first time I remember going off by myself, the first time I thought of something that I wanted to do and I just went off and did it.

One minute I had been strolling through the fair with Mav, playing games, and the next I decided that I wanted to go on the merry-go-round.

Looking back, I understand why he got scared, probably thought that I had been kidnapped or that I had gotten myself lost or that I was somewhere literally drowning in caramel, but I wasn't. I was on the merry-go-round, just going around and around in circles, and when I was finished with it I walked right back up to him and clasped his palm in my tiny one.

"Don't do that!" he'd said sternly, putting both his hands on my cheeks, and I'd cried and wanted to run away, but I didn't.

It's always been like that, Maverick doing everything in his power to protect me from the entire fucking world. Sometimes, on the bad days, I would wonder if it was him protecting the world from me, as if he thought that no one in the world was ever going to be able to handle me, but I know that's not true.

Mav is just—he's my family.

That's the be-all-end-all of it.

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Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Jan 26, 2020 11:48:54 GMT -5

I know that I'm not exactly easy to handle, and that the look of me doesn't exactly inspire anyone to cuddle me. I'm scrawny, and pretty much constantly sullen, a girl made up of the wrong parts, all long limbs and sharp angles. When people look at me, all they see are hooded eyes wary of whoever is looking at me.

By the time I get to the only house I wouldn't mind staying in, I'm already thirteen, and I've been in the system for almost four years. Maverick is about to be eighteen, and he's going to do everything in his power to sign me into his care.

"She's barely older than Mav," I say to Cameron.

"She's a whole lot richer," he replies, and I roll my eyes. He didn't even look up from the paperwork he's putting together; I guess he anticipated my saying as much. "That's the important part."

I purse my lips, tilt my head to the side, and stare at her from across the small table we're sitting at. A lot of the time, my old social worker would just take me to the person's house, drop me at the doorstep after grabbing the necessary signature, but that guy got promoted so now Cameron is my guy and I think, so far, he's doing a better job.

"How rich?" I ask Cameron, as if the girl isn't sitting right there.

"My dad was rich," the girl says, apparently tired of being spoken over. That had been the first thing that made me like her, though it wasn't the last. "He died, left me the money, so now I've got more than I know what to do with. Who's Mav?" she asks before letting me ask any more questions.

"Maverick Fee," Cameron replies. "Her older brother." He finally looks up from his papers, gives the girl a look that I understand all too well already, the one that says he's going to be a pain in your ass, but he means well. I'm not actually sure that last part was in there, but he did mean well, so I like to include it. "He'll likely want to be around quite a bit."

"He's eighteen," I had replied. "I can go stay with him."

"No, he's not—"

"Yet," I interrupt.

"—and no, you can't."

"He will be in four months," I quip.

"He doesn't have a steady source of income and he's not old enough," Cameron replied sternly.

"He will," I had mumbled, looking under the table at my shoes.

"The system doesn't see him as a fit guardian for you," Cameron had gone on, shaking his head. All the while, the girl had been looking at me intently, learning who I was before I ever even realized. "Once he's eighteen, if he gets a job—"

"When," I interrupted again.

"Fine, when," Cameron relented, shaking his head. "When he's eighteen and has a job, you'll go into his care. As a blood relative, he'll be able to petition for custody," he ended, looking at the girl.

"Perfect," she replies, and that had caught my attention. "When he's ready then, that's where you'll go. Until then, you can stay with me."

I remember looking at her so sharply, so confused. Her reaction wasn't something that I was used to. I was used to people who didn't want me around but wanted the paycheck from the government, people who wanted to adopt me themselves and so never wanted Mav to be anywhere near.

"Really?" I'd asked, incredulous.

"Really. I'm not planning on trying to steal you away, don't worry." She smiled then, extended her hand. "I'm Lara, Maisie. It's nice to meet you."

I had to just look at her for a moment, but eventually, I took her hand.

Cameron ruined the moment, of course.

"Does this mean you're going to stop running away?"

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Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Jan 26, 2020 14:05:27 GMT -5

Later, when I ask Lara what she thinks of me, what she thinks of our time together, she tells me that I reminded her of a skittish animal, like she couldn't be sure if at any moment I was going to nuzzle up to her or bite off her hand.

Looking back, I feel like that's a pretty fair assessment.

I know now that the system had failed me, that when I came into Cameron's pile of projects to take care of, I was probably already someone who seemed like a doomed cause. I'd been through more social workers than I could count, been under so many roofs that it was unimaginable for most other kids my age. I know that some of them were Mav's fault, that he had protested my placement—I was too far away from home, the family wasn't kind enough, or they had five other kids under the same roof and there was no way I was getting the attention and care I needed.

But being with Mav wasn't any easier.

I was mad when I was with him and I was mad when I wasn't.

I know that at some point, he must have thought about giving up the fight, must have wondered if maybe the best thing for me would be to stop working against the system and just let me stay with a family that wanted me, but every time that happened I ran. I ran from him, I ran to him, and for years, I just ran and ran and ran.

I never knew where I was going, never knew what I wanted.

I think that the scariest part is that I still don't.

All I know is that, sooner or later, I'm going to catch up to whatever it is I'm fucking running towards, and that terrifies me.

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what are men to rocks and mountains?

a haunted house.

🌱 kaitlin. Graphics 2,686 POSTS Pronouns: she/her last seen Apr 27, 2024 12:33:05 GMT -5 aspiring beam of light	maisie fee / seven. fin Jan 26, 2020 14:06:20 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Jan 26, 2020 14:06:20 GMT -5 dars come get da baby
	what are men to rocks and mountains? a haunted house.

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