Melanie DeCota, that was my first Foster mum, I didn't like her much, she used to come back drunk....I was 7 at the time.
Fiona Sampson, second foster mum, I loved her, but she died in a car crash....I was 8.
I then stayed in a Foster Home until I was 12.
I then stayed with Shvonne McGraley until I was 16, that's when I was allowed to leave, and live for myself.
That's my life. Never settled, never easy.
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Hi, Im Cassie. Im 17 years old, and I live in London, England.
Anyway, is is my story. Our story.
*Cassie's POV*
'Cass, hey I got a spare ticket a concert, care to join?' my best friend Niamh said, flicking two tickets in front of me.
'Um, I think I'll pass Niamh' I reply, before burrowing my head in my pillow.
I felt the end of my bed sink, I guess Niamh made herself comfortable.
'Look, Cass, I know your sad about breaking up with Dan, but...Im sorry , he was a complete douche...he hit you....' her voice cracks at the last part.
And I flinch, suddenly hit by the memories of my past.
'But at least he loved me' I reply, defending the only person who loved me.
I hear Niamh sigh.
'Cass, you know I love you, and there is that guy, you just gotta open your eyes to see it'
Her words sink in, and I turn to face her, her long hair falls in curls, just above her shoulders.
'Fine, alright, I'll come' I say, as I watch Niamh smile.
'Thats ma girl, now come on let's get dressed'
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A/N - so really short, sorry....um so yeah, that's the introduction to this story, hope you like it - B xxxx
