She was only 8 years old.
8 years old and she saw her mother get killed by a drive by. From that day poor Nova has been traumatized and has been to foster home to foster home. At the age of 12, Nova has anger and trust issues, never letting anyo...
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N O V A
"What,no!No no no no and NO!" I exclaimed, being confused and irritated at the same time. I don't have sibling, let alone BROTHERS! This must be some stupid joke.
" I don't have brothers. Heck, I didn't even know my father, so what do you mean brothers!" I said as I could feel the anger and rage building up in me.
"W-well Nova it seems you do have brothers 7 actually, and your eldest brother here would like it if it was better for you to come live with him and your brothers." The principal explained and gestured to the man in the corner who I'm guessing is my eldest brother.
I turn my head to get a good look at him.Well doesn't he look cold and intimidating I was thought to myself. He took a good glance at me but only for a few seconds. I turn my head back to the principal "Fine! then can go back to my foster home to get my things then?" I asked irritated.
"Of course, y-your brother can take you to get your belongings." I nodded my head and stood up and went to get my things from my locker. A lot of kids were starring with shocked faces and whispering. Probably about me cleaning out my locker, they probably think I got expelled or something.
When I was done my eldest brother was outside next to a very expensive looking car. 'Wow big money' I thought, I entered the front seat on the passenger side and buckled up.
"Your principal gave me the address of your house so you don't have to tell me"
I snapped my head to him as he was looking ahead while driving. I nodded my head as we drive to my foster home. It was silent the whole way there, until we came across a red light.
"Let me introduce myself. My names Christian and I'm your eldest brother." He said, still looking ahead. 'So he can talk' is what I said mentally. I nodded my head and look back out the window.
We finally made it to my foster home after that very uncomfortable silent car ride. When pulled up there were two police cars out front and some police officers in and out of the house.
Probably trying to find any drugs.
When I got out of the car Christian came too. He was looking at the house with an emotionless expression then asked " this is where you live?"
I nodded and gave him a duh expression, yeah I live here.You don't see foster kids living it up like the Kardashians now do you?NO, you don't.
I walked in tell the officers that I came to get my things, to which they allowed me in the house. I went to the attic and got my things which is not a lot. Over the years most of my things got broken, taken, and too small for me. Like how I would grow out of my clothes and shoes. Then my foster parents or siblings would take my things saying I don't deserve it or break right in front of me. But I never gave them opportunity to take anything my mom gave to me or they would end up with a broken arm.
