Lets get the small details out of mind, my names Kayla Green, age thirteen. I'm like every other child in the Foster Home. We're off waiting for people to adopt us and call us their beloved children. I've been passed to family to family, some nice couples and others not as nice. I've been rejected and betrayed just like my other friends here too. I could've been living a good life with my parents but, listening to my grandma's stories I understood along the way.
My grandma always told me, my mom loved me but I asked, "Why did she abandon me?". Grandma always had a hard telling me why. According to her my mother was force to give me up, by my father. My father was always abusive to my mom, she was just his toy." Grandma quoted. I always remembered tears running down grandma's face telling me her side of the story. "I tried to help her, but he always found out, almost killing us both". Grandma said. He had this obsession with my mother, he always wanted her for him. He never let her out of the house, or her room. He had people standing outside of the house making sure she didn't escape in anyway. "She didn't even get to see your beautiful face." Grandma said.
At ten years old, my grandma Sherry died of lung cancer, something that impacted me more than being parentless. I had nothing left, no family members to contact, nothing. I stayed at her house until the police came, to tell my Grandma Sherry of the bills but she was gone. They found me crying alone, starving and waiting be taken care of. "You'll have fun here." The police man said and just left. I was dropped off at the Flower Paradise Foster Home and taken in and taken care of.
My three years here have been a mixture of feelings, I've made many new friends and some foes. "The Watchers" as Cindy, my best friend calls them, I hate them with a passion. They only let us stay up till ten and hardly lets go outside and have fresh air. The food is the worst, you have to get there early or you get the old leftovers in the back. Which sometimes are good but, bad too.
"I hate this place". I wrote on a piece of paper on my desk next to my bed. I felt a hand on my shoulder, that was the signal that one of The Watchers, Jake, was coming to make sure we were asleep. I threw my pencil and slipped in to bed, honestly the nicest thing here. Cindy was on the top bunk. I shut my eyes because I heard Jake's foot steps walking down the hall, checking if we're asleep. I took a quick peek and saw him reading the paper I left and didn't put away. He looked back at me and I instantly closed my eyes again.
He turned around and I took a small peek, he slipped the note in his back pocket and shut the door behind him. "Fuck!" I cursed under my breath.
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Adopted By The Pack(ON HOLD)
FanfictionKayla a thirteen year old girl has been passed though family and family and still won't be accepted as a daughter. She wishes to finally call a place , "Home" and to actually have a "family". Kayla writes letters, hopefully one day to be shipped to...
