I sit on my bed quietly waiting for everyone else in the foster house to wake up. I stared at the small ripped picture of my supposedly mother. She had dark brown wavy hair with blue eyes just like me. She was laughing in the picture it looked like she was having so much fun. It must of been before I was born because there was no way she could of smiled that much with me around. I must of been a horrible child for her to give me up at the age of 1.
I have been living in this so called foster home for 13 years which would make me 14. I wonder if I will live here forever? I hope not it’s been kind of lonely since there Anna, and Jack were here. We were the best of friends and always had so much fun but then they both got picked to become a part of a new family a long time ago so I never talk to them anymore.
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What seemed like forever was realistically actually 10 minutes and still nobody was awake. Suddenly out of nowhere a clunk hit the little window I opened the shades trying not to wake anyone and looked outside. He looked like a young man probably around my age or so. He had dark brown hair brown eyes he was wearing a blue shirt and jeans. He smiled and waved almost like he knew me or something. His smile was a little crooked and he waved sort of like a dorky princess. I studied him for a second or 2 and then shut the blinds thinking it was some wacko stranger that’s going to come kill me. My heart started to beat faster and faster in my chest and I hid under my blanket closing my