Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2014 23:06:09 GMT -5
MAGGIE L. KING
TWENTY-SEVEN - UNEMPOLYED - VISITOR - FEFE DOBSON
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Maggie entered a small office when the woman smiled. “Come sit!” She said warmly and with a little too much prep
If there was one place that Maggie did not want to be it was right here standing in front of her new case worker. Maggie flashed the woman a quick smile, and walked inside the room. Once the woman offered Maggie a seat she plopped herself down in the comfortable chair. She just wanted this to be over with, Maggie did not want to be here. Why would she want to relive her past addictions when she already had a constant reminder? “Alright.” She mumbled. Not caring what the woman was going to do.
The woman stood up with a smile still plastered on her face. “Coffee?” She asked, but did not wait for answer before leaving Maggie alone.
Maggie placed her arms up on the arm of the chair and leaned back getting as comfortable as she could get. As Maggie waited for the woman her, brown eyes scanned the small room looking at the certificates that were hanging on the wall. On her desk where a few pictures so being curious and well down right nosy Maggie leaned over and grabbed one from the desk. It was a picture of what must be her little girl holding hands. As soon as Maggie saw the girl she burst into tears she could not handle looking at the photo so she placed it back carefully and wiped the tears trying to control herself.
The woman brought in two mugs and handed one to Maggie. She settled herself back into the chair. “So how are you darling?”
Maggie was glad the woman did not notice that her photo had been moved or that the tanned skin woman had been crying for the last few minutes. Being offered the coffee, she took it slowly, from the top of the rim and set it on the table so that she could grab the handle properly. Once she firmly had the coffee mug she brought it up to her lips and took a small sip of the hot liquid. “Thanks.” She whispered and set the coffee on her desk unable to hold it for much longer. “I’m fine.” Maggie replied simply which was far from the truth.
”Alright, let’s start with the basics your name, birthday, occupation, and a little about yourself of course.” The woman grabbed a pen and it just hovered over the pad of paper in front of her.
“Maggie Mae King, born July nineteenth what to take a guess on the year?” The woman already had all of Maggie’s information so she didn’t feel like stating what was already known. “I am currently unemployed.” Raising her left arm showing the worker the reason why it was so hard finding a job. There was a time when she did not have to worry because she was a singer just not well known, but the money was good and now that was a different story. “Dropped out of school in the twelve grade so I could follow my dream.” She rolled her eyes.
Looking down at the page, she nodded. “Just standard questions, that is all. So are you from the city? Just tell me a little bit about your hometown.”
"No. But I came here once or twice, once upon a time for a gig. I was born in Kingston, Ontario, Canada. It is a nice city with friendly people I guess. A real good place when you have a boat, just off the water."
"Let's talk about family, you have any siblings, a favorite cousin, perhaps?" She asked slowly tapping the pen against the wooden desk.
"What is there to say? I have a mother named Lana, a father named David, and a little sister named Sarah. We never had family gatherings once a year, we kept to ourselves."
"Good, good. So let's go a little deeper shall we? Let's start with your childhood." The woman said after taking a sip from the forgotten coffee.
"I got whatever I wanted, it was great. My relationships with my parents were not the best at times, although that happens right? I never really seemed to get along with my father, but my mother was better. Things changed when I was ten that is when Sarah was born. I was the worse sister to her. When she was four I told her that she was adopted and my parents were getting sick of looking at her. I locked in closet lot, even when she was just a baby. My parents would eventually hear her cry and come to the rescue. I lost count how many times I cut her hair and ripped her stuff animals apart.
One summer I pushed her off the front porch, she didn't break anything cause it was one step. But that didn't matter my father had enough. He did work from home after that, actually surprised he did not do it way earlier."
"How was high school? Did you have a lot of friends? Tell me all about it." She now kept her focus on her notes as she continued to write.
"Dropped out in grade twelve, I was so behind everything not even sure if i was technically in the twelve grade. So fours years I went to school before dropping out. I wasn't popular, had a few friends, but that was all because of making a band. Called ourselves Before Sisscors. I meet Travis in the middle of the ninth grade. He became our new drummer and my new boyfriend.
It was the best call, he was an amazing drummer. We started getting gigs shortly after. The band was fairly popular in the high school and with gigs we started partying. With partying came alcohol and drugs. When our four year came around in high school, we decided the band came first so we dropped."
"I see." She replied now looking up. "What happened after? Between then and now. Tell me the rest of your story."
"Band did great, but some things came more important to us. Travis and I were heavily into the drugs and the drinking that we barely ever made it to a gig or anything else. Our band members were not as far gone as we were. So they did what they needed to do. They changed the name just in case we ever got back together, they loved us but did not want to deal with crazy people.
That left me and Travis alone, by this time I had gotten kicked out of the house so I moved in with the love of my life, or that so.
We fought so much about the stupidest things at times. When we were high or sober, we could stop sometimes were worse than others. I broke up with him so many times I lost count, but of course he came after me and I went straight back.
The last time that I broke up with him was the last time I saw him again. He ended up chasing me down, but because of the roads and how messed he was. He didn't stop fast enough and the car ran onto the sidewalk. I woke up in the hospital to find out that he ran me over. My arm was gone because of the accident."
If there was one place that Maggie did not want to be it was right here standing in front of her new case worker. Maggie flashed the woman a quick smile, and walked inside the room. Once the woman offered Maggie a seat she plopped herself down in the comfortable chair. She just wanted this to be over with, Maggie did not want to be here. Why would she want to relive her past addictions when she already had a constant reminder? “Alright.” She mumbled. Not caring what the woman was going to do.
The woman stood up with a smile still plastered on her face. “Coffee?” She asked, but did not wait for answer before leaving Maggie alone.
Maggie placed her arms up on the arm of the chair and leaned back getting as comfortable as she could get. As Maggie waited for the woman her, brown eyes scanned the small room looking at the certificates that were hanging on the wall. On her desk where a few pictures so being curious and well down right nosy Maggie leaned over and grabbed one from the desk. It was a picture of what must be her little girl holding hands. As soon as Maggie saw the girl she burst into tears she could not handle looking at the photo so she placed it back carefully and wiped the tears trying to control herself.
The woman brought in two mugs and handed one to Maggie. She settled herself back into the chair. “So how are you darling?”
Maggie was glad the woman did not notice that her photo had been moved or that the tanned skin woman had been crying for the last few minutes. Being offered the coffee, she took it slowly, from the top of the rim and set it on the table so that she could grab the handle properly. Once she firmly had the coffee mug she brought it up to her lips and took a small sip of the hot liquid. “Thanks.” She whispered and set the coffee on her desk unable to hold it for much longer. “I’m fine.” Maggie replied simply which was far from the truth.
”Alright, let’s start with the basics your name, birthday, occupation, and a little about yourself of course.” The woman grabbed a pen and it just hovered over the pad of paper in front of her.
“Maggie Mae King, born July nineteenth what to take a guess on the year?” The woman already had all of Maggie’s information so she didn’t feel like stating what was already known. “I am currently unemployed.” Raising her left arm showing the worker the reason why it was so hard finding a job. There was a time when she did not have to worry because she was a singer just not well known, but the money was good and now that was a different story. “Dropped out of school in the twelve grade so I could follow my dream.” She rolled her eyes.
Looking down at the page, she nodded. “Just standard questions, that is all. So are you from the city? Just tell me a little bit about your hometown.”
"No. But I came here once or twice, once upon a time for a gig. I was born in Kingston, Ontario, Canada. It is a nice city with friendly people I guess. A real good place when you have a boat, just off the water."
"Let's talk about family, you have any siblings, a favorite cousin, perhaps?" She asked slowly tapping the pen against the wooden desk.
"What is there to say? I have a mother named Lana, a father named David, and a little sister named Sarah. We never had family gatherings once a year, we kept to ourselves."
"Good, good. So let's go a little deeper shall we? Let's start with your childhood." The woman said after taking a sip from the forgotten coffee.
"I got whatever I wanted, it was great. My relationships with my parents were not the best at times, although that happens right? I never really seemed to get along with my father, but my mother was better. Things changed when I was ten that is when Sarah was born. I was the worse sister to her. When she was four I told her that she was adopted and my parents were getting sick of looking at her. I locked in closet lot, even when she was just a baby. My parents would eventually hear her cry and come to the rescue. I lost count how many times I cut her hair and ripped her stuff animals apart.
One summer I pushed her off the front porch, she didn't break anything cause it was one step. But that didn't matter my father had enough. He did work from home after that, actually surprised he did not do it way earlier."
"How was high school? Did you have a lot of friends? Tell me all about it." She now kept her focus on her notes as she continued to write.
"Dropped out in grade twelve, I was so behind everything not even sure if i was technically in the twelve grade. So fours years I went to school before dropping out. I wasn't popular, had a few friends, but that was all because of making a band. Called ourselves Before Sisscors. I meet Travis in the middle of the ninth grade. He became our new drummer and my new boyfriend.
It was the best call, he was an amazing drummer. We started getting gigs shortly after. The band was fairly popular in the high school and with gigs we started partying. With partying came alcohol and drugs. When our four year came around in high school, we decided the band came first so we dropped."
"I see." She replied now looking up. "What happened after? Between then and now. Tell me the rest of your story."
"Band did great, but some things came more important to us. Travis and I were heavily into the drugs and the drinking that we barely ever made it to a gig or anything else. Our band members were not as far gone as we were. So they did what they needed to do. They changed the name just in case we ever got back together, they loved us but did not want to deal with crazy people.
That left me and Travis alone, by this time I had gotten kicked out of the house so I moved in with the love of my life, or that so.
We fought so much about the stupidest things at times. When we were high or sober, we could stop sometimes were worse than others. I broke up with him so many times I lost count, but of course he came after me and I went straight back.
The last time that I broke up with him was the last time I saw him again. He ended up chasing me down, but because of the roads and how messed he was. He didn't stop fast enough and the car ran onto the sidewalk. I woke up in the hospital to find out that he ran me over. My arm was gone because of the accident."
EVER - EST - NONE
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