The End of Hope
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The end of Hope chapter one, Mia, it wasn't the worst foster home, believe me. I knew what a bad one was like. Mackenzie's were cool. John and Martha, or at least as cool as old people got. Really, its only major drawback was being out in the middle of nowhere, stuck up in the mountains of northern Montana. But then that isolation is what saved us when the world ended. I know something, none of us expected. But I'll take it. It beats the alternative by a mile growing up. I couldn't afford to not see reality. An addict for a mother will do that for a girl. Believe me. I knew when I had it good. So when my foster mother came into the kitchen, white faced, looking down at her phone with large eyes, my gut tightened. I knew trouble when I saw it. I need you to drive me into town. Mia, she said without looking up from the phone. Of course, I was immediately torn in two different directions. Ecstasy at the thought of getting to drive even more at the thought of going into town. Even if Hope Montana was more village than town. Those happy feelings were tempered by the trepidation. I saw it in her face. Something was wrong and in my life wrong could be real bad. Okay. I said as calmly as possible as I glanced over at my foster sister, Lily, she looked like I felt nervous As a very old 13. She knew even more than me how wrong things could get. I might be 17, but in many ways, Lily was older, she had been through even worse than me. And that was saying a lot, Brad, my 10 year old foster brother was oblivious, shoveling Raisin Bran into his mouth like he was afraid someone was going to take it from him. If we had known, then I would have made him save some. They've called a town meeting and hope Martha said as she took a deep breath, John went to the city for a doctor's appointment. I cringed. That meant he'd gone all the way to Great Falls. The only sort of city within 200 miles. The biggest thing around at 60,000 people and 100 miles of mountain roads away. That meant another thing to worry about. If John was going that far, it must be serious. Can we go? Brad asked, Martha shook her head. Lily. You muck. Are Benji's stall and Brad the garden needs weeding. Oh man, he winds his head slumped and Martha continued shooting him. That mothers frown. Your room needs to be cleaned, you know, how I want it. It looks like I'm raising a hobo. I've seen cleaner pigsties. Yes, ma'am. He said again, Brad knew we had it better than most. One thing you learned early in the system was not to upset your foster parents unless you wanted to get tossed back into the deep end. And you, Martha said Donnelly are black and white Border Collie. You make sure they don't get into trouble. We all laughed because she wasn't far off the truth. Nellie was probably the smartest dog in the universe. Come on, Mia, Martha said as she got her purse, we need to hurry. I put my cereal bowl in the sink, then grabbed the truck keys off the peg. John had taught me last year how to drive and taken me all the way to Great Falls to get my license. Then we'd stopped at mcdonald's before I got to drive all the way home. I swear it had been one of the greatest days of my life. Martha didn't drive. I don't know why it was just one of those things, but then there wasn't much need. We were seven miles of dirt road out of hope and Martha never went anywhere. I made sure all the mirrors were set up correctly. Then started the truck and pulled out of the yard towards town.