| From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series |
Zoila, a 16-year-old escapes her abusive foster home. She makes a plan to go to Mexico- buy a plane ticket to Peru, and find her Grandma waiting for her in South America to reunite with her again.
That is until s...
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I'm leaving.
"Zoila, where are you going?" Ms. Copper, screams, her old legs trying to hurry down the steps of the building that I'm running away from.
"Come back here now!" She again screams, panting hard from her screaming and walking.
Ms. Copper slowly trails behind me with her cane as she fishes for her phone.
The other foster kids rush to look out the windows, some of them standing at the front door where I just ran out of.
"Why?" I yell, gripping my backpack straps.
I run faster when I see the tall fence that surrounds the property, smiling as I scurry to climb over it to freedom. I swing my feet over to the pole of the fence, looking over my shoulder to see Ms. Copper, using her cane for support, yelling and screaming at one of the security guards, Derek, to drag me back.
"I'm not going to stay another two years in this hell! Don't come looking for me, I don't want to be found!" I shout, seeing the other foster kids looking right back at me. All 12 of them cheering for me to get away, waving their arms and hands for me to leave. I couldn't help tearing up.
I will miss them, I want to take all of them with me but that would be cruel of me to do, knowing that we would be homeless and starving.
I'm going to be homeless and starving.
But I can't help to not let them know they need to get out of this place, too.
Being physically and emotionally abused by the people who are in charge of taking care of us will ruin us. Me, being there was starting to ruin me. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Get out when you can! Leave when you have the chance!" I tell them.
I take a deep breath in to subdue my tears eyes and then I jump off the fence. I run, I'm getting away from this hell.
I hear Ms. Copper and Derek yelling for me to stop running. But I just keep going, not once looking back.
I left a letter under my pillowcase in hopes that the foster agency does something this time to help the foster kids that I had to leave behind, instead of brushing it off and ignoring our cries for help.
I can feel my entire body becoming high off adrenaline. I can't hear Ms. Copper, Derek, or my foster siblings. I'm going deaf from this excitement. I feel like I'm going to die from this happiness.
