Bay POV: who the hell could be bangin down the door at ~checks watch~5 am. All of a sudden the door gives away and the 2 crowbars we used to block the door fell to the floor with a huge crash."Who the hell is in my house?" A voice yells. "Zoey we need to get going"I say, but she's already out the back door. oh no, I think. A huge guy walks in and sees me, I'm doomed.
"What the hell are you doing in my house?" He yells at me. All I can think of is "um". "Can't speak well maybe this will make you talk." and he starts to beat me with one of the loose crowbars on the ground. I run out the door but with a few good beats in the face and arms. "And stay out." he yells. I run for a while but fall down when I get a few houses away and start crying. "Omg, Bay. Are you ok. I ran out of the house, I thought you were right behind me. we need to get you to a hospital now." Zoey says from behind me. " Really why we, cause you obviously left me in that house to fend for myself. God, what kind of friend are you." I tell at her. "One who is going to get you to a hospital." she shots right back.
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My life as a foster kid
AdventureSo I wrote this story as sort of like a version of my life with a little bit of fantasy in it just to make it interesting and a lot of adventure just cause it's awesome. Do I hope you guys like it. Thanks for reading by books.
