द्वारा the time, I reached Social Services noon had come. I walked inside the one-story, brick building. I looked around the large, blue-walled room the door had revealed. I didn’t see Lucy.
    A curvy, dark-toned woman come up to me. She had curly black hair, and brown eyes.
    “You must be, Damien,” कहा the woman. I nodded.
    “And आप are?” I knew she was a social worker, but that’s all.
    “I’m Stacey, Stacey Sterns,” she said.
    “You’re Lucy’s worker, right?”
    “Yes, I hate that little freak. She’s a demon child,” Stacey कहा with a disgusted look on her face.
    “That’s not very fair to say,” I said. “Maybe she just doesn’t like you.”
    “Every person that has been with her- teachers या foster parents- has कहा she was terrible,” Stacey shook her head.
    “No one knows how to handle her. Yesterday, when she was with me, I noticed Lucy only wants someone to listen to her,” I said.
    “She’s putting on an act. Just when आप are least expecting it, she’ll turn on you,” कहा the woman.
    “To each is own,” I said, and then turned as I felt arms go around my waist. I turned around, and looked down.
    “Lucy! I was wondering when आप would get here,” I picked her up.
    “I brought my sketchbook,” she held a black covered book in her little hand.
    “Good, I’ll look before आप leave,” I said. Lucy nodded, instead of saying ‘okay’.
    “Damien, Lucy, are आप ready to get started?” Stacey asked. I turned back to her. Stacey walked to a black डेस्क with three chairs around it. Lucy and I sat side-by-side, Stacey opposite us. “So, what did आप call this meeting for?”
    “I wanted to talk about influences, and people,” I said.
    “Alright,” कहा Stacey. “Lucy, what influences you?”
    “Uh…” Lucy started.
    “No, no, no,” I said. “You’re doing it all wrong. That isn’t what I meant, either.”
    “Then what did आप mean?” Stacey asked, agitated.
    “I meant, doesn’t Lucy deserve और positive influence in her life?” I asked.
    “She has it, from Mr. and Mrs. Blevins,” Stacey said.
    “Positive to her, not positive to society,” I said.
    “What do आप want around her? That street-rat? Yeah, that’s positive. A positive ticket to jail,” Stacey snapped. I wondered whom she was talking about.
    “Xander is not a street-rat, आप ignorant woman!” Lucy exclaimed. Xander that was Lucy’s best friend.    
    “What do आप call that boy, then?” Stacey कहा intensely.
    “Homeless, because his mother is a selfish bitch!” Lucy explained, angered.
    “Do not use that language in here. Lower your voice,” Stacey commanded.
    “Lucy will do whatever the hell she wants. आप are not her parental figure,” I said, becoming pissed at the woman across from me.
    “No one is, because this child is bad. No one wants her!” Stacey said.
    “I want to be her mentor,” I said. I could not adopt her, Grey would have a fit. I didn’t want to listen to her complain.
    “Why?” Stacey asked.
    “To teach her a person like आप is what poisons the world,” I कहा my voice strong.
    “Fine, you’ll see what I’m talking about. Maybe you’ll put some respect into her, and then it will rub off on you,” Stacey said.
    “Lucy, या I, aren’t the ones who need it,” I took Lucy द्वारा the hand, and walked out of Social Services.