Chapter 1- princess?

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The biggest question on everyone's mind is where do we go after we die? I believe that once we die we go straight to a waiting room where we wait to see if we will end up in heaven or hell. However, I think that if you go to hell you have another chance in a new life to get into heaven. Here's the twist: you don't remeber dying so you have to choose to do good in a bad life in order to get back to heaven. If you end up in heaven, your memory is erased and you are out into a new life that is great because you earned it in your last life. We may never realize how many times we do this, but we have a chance to live each life to the fullest.

My name is Haley. I am a foster kid. The unfortunate thing about being a foster kid is you feel unwanted. Unwanted by your parents, people who want to adopt and don't choose you, even by group homes and foster parents. Everywhere you go you are unwanted. Also, now that I am a teenager no one would want to adopt me. Everyone wants to adopt a little kid, one who doesn't remember their parents or who haven't already been messed up by their parents. The only reason I put up with all of this shit is because I believe that in my last life I was spoiled princess brat so now I must prove myself in one of the worst situations. I just hope something good comes out of this awful life.

Just as I was leaving my newest group home located in Chicago, I noticed a gorgeous guy sprinting down the street. Awestruck by his looks, I couldn't move so embarrassingly enough he ran straight into me making tumble into the trash cans and knocking them down. He looked up at me and I was suddenly aware how red my face must be and how messed up my hair looked before I left the house. Self consciously fixing my hair, I looked up at him. "Are you ok?" He asked worriedly. "Fine" I said more confident than I expected. "Where do you need to be so quickly?" I asked. "Wherever my running takes me." He said with a wink which just made me blush more. Maybe my luck was starting to turn though if I was meeting a hot guy on the side of the street who started talking to me!

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