I sit in the front seat of a bright red car as Julia drives. She drops me off at the foster center with my bag of clothes from the hospital I have a huge grin across my face as I walk in and talk to a lady wearing a dull grey dress that is sitting at a desk with a computer.
"Zoey." I say. "Zoey Banks."
"You have been checked in." She says, her voice dull and scratchy.
I walk into the room she led me to. The room is bright pink with a rainbow painted on the wall. It looks like a fairy princess threw up in here, but that's ok. I decide to take a nap. I lay for a few minutes looking at the ceiling. I fall asleep right away, and as I do I think to myself,
It is going to be a great day.
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I wake up again. There is a digital clock on my new desk in the pink room. Maybe I can get this room repainted black.... I thought to myself. I get up out of the bed with bright blue, thick sheets and look around. I see a closet toward the corner of the room. I walk up to it, slowly. It looks like a pretty big closet. I open the tall white door and look around it for a while. Just like the closet I used to have at home. There are a couple pairs of shoes and no clothes. I see a pair of black heels. I like heels, but I look funny walking in them. I put them on and they seem to fit fine. I grab my suitcase and wheel it into the closet. I have to start hanging up my clothes. I put all of my black tank tops in one spot and put all of my sweaters in another. That's the thing about me:
I always like to be a neat freak.
After I am done auctioning my clothes I look around some more. There is a lava lamp on the desk along with some books for writing in. I picked one up. I love to draw. Maybe that will make me feel better. I sit down on my bed, my two legs bent as I rest my book on top of them. I started to draw a heart with range wings and the most adorable face.
I know that I am gonna like it here.
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It's Just Me
Teen FictionThis story is about a girl, Zoey, who suffers depression and suicidal thoughts, leading to suicidal actions. Let me just say, this story was made mainly to help people suffering from depression. Anyway, Zoey is 14, and had an average childhood. Happ...