𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 - 𝕄. 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒚

Honestly Gracelyn doesn't even feel like my name anymore. For as long as I remember I've just been Gray. It's a pretty shitty nickname but I've been told its a perfect reflection of my personality. I guess 6 years in the foster system will do that to you. I'm not sure why I'm still here, jumping around from house to house. Maybe it's my behavior or attitude. Maybe it's the way I look. I shouldn't be too hard on myself though. Nobody wants the burden of fostering a fucked up teen. I mean, I can't blame em. This morning I was told there's a family in Somerville who I'll be living with next. They have four kids, 3 are triplets, so that's pretty cool. If all goes well maybe I can stick this one out until I graduate.