Willows POV ( during the interview )
As I walked into the room,I could literally FEEL the tension in the room. I walked over to the table,remembering the past events where I thought the family's that wanted to foster,and,eventually adopt me,would all 'get to know me' ,but then turn around and stab me in the back. I saw as the two woman came over and started to talk to me. " Hey there! My name is Heather and this is Feather! We would like to get to know you! " the one named Heather said. Heather had red hair,blue eyes,and skin-tight clothing on. Whilst the one named Feather ( a weird name,I n t e r e s t I n g ) had black hair,green eyes,and both baggy AND skin-tight clothes.
" Are you gunna be an abusing family? " asked them,right off the bat. They looked at me with concerning looks. So I sat down low in the seat. " Why do you ask that? Have the past family's been abusive? " Feather asks. Slowly,and hesatintly,I nod. They both look like they've seen a ghost. They go walk out of the room for a minute and then come back. So I continue to speak to them when they ask questions about me. However ( and thankfully ) they didn't ask me what my pronouns were,nor did they ask if I was part of the LGBTQ community. It seemed as though they noticed how I acted while I spoke to them, always fiddling with my shirt,or trying to cover myself with my hands thanks to dysphormia. And they probably don't know that I had it either. So they acted like they didn't see it. We sat there for an hour,just talking. Until they had to move on to speak to the other kids,all younger than I am,seeing as to I am the oldest. So I sat on the couch until they walked in,spoke to the troll,and looked me in the eyes,and said the words I wouldnt hear,ever,they said : " we'll take Willow,she seems sweet" ...So I ran up the stairs and packed my stuff. My shirts,my jeans,and most importantly, my yellow,purple,white,and black piece of paper,my pride flag. Keeping the flag in my hand,I ran down the stairs,went towards the people,and went in the car after them. Finally going to the place I would possibly,one day,call home...
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Lost And Found
Teen FictionWillow,a teen who has been in the foster care system since they where 5. Is meeting a new family,and finds that this family might be the right one! Will they have the family they've been looking for? Or will this family reject them like all the othe...
