Broken Promises

Chapter 1

"Danielle Jackson," the teacher calls, "Danielle Jackson!"

Suddenly snapping back into reality I call out, "here" My name is Danielle Jackson and I go to the horrible school, Midwestern High. My parents disowned me when I was six, and now I'm currently in the foster care system at age 15, praying for someone to rescue me form this awful hell hole. I am forced to go to school with all of the stuck-up bitches always gossiping about each other and putting others down for their own enjoyment. I think that is just pointless trying to fit into this place. I am a "social outcast" at this hell of a place. I have short cropped blonde hair that reaches my shoulders waves, with light bubble gum ombre to go with it. I am body confident, but that doesn't mean that I like to show it off. I am currently 5'11 and I have a c cup, which I and very proud of, and have a golden natural tan. I mean no one really notices me, so I have no friends, but I really am fine with it. I hate having to please others and listen to them talk about their problems.

At the end of the school day I hop on the community bus to head to the orphanage to see what lucky family will be stuck with me this time. My old family didn't like my style so they decided to give me up to another family. I have been moved around Ohio so much, I probley lived in every city twice.

"Tomorrow at noon you will be moving to California," Cheryl my foster care supervisor tells me.

"What! I have never been out of the fucking state, and now you want me to move to California?" I spat with anger in my tone.

" I know you don't want to move but no one in Ohio wants to take you on, and the family in California are really living and really want you to come live with them." Cheryl tells me, as if I was a two year old kid.

I really hate Cheryl because of the way she treats me like I am a first grader and I constantly need help to make the right decision. I am even more upset that she wants to move me away from everything that I have known. I have never left the state of Ohio and now I am to leave all of the memories that I have made behind? What fucking idiot would do that to a person, I mean just because I am in a foster care system doesn't mean that I am not human and have memories tied to a place.
When I get "home" I sit and the plastic table that is my desk and start thinking. I have never been out of the state for anything. I have never had anyone to call my family spence my mom disowned me. And now Cheryl wants me to go away from everything that I have ever know?

I the morning Cheryl has me pack my one suit case for the plane ride and backpack. She also has me wearing a nice outfit with my hair done and light makeup for the final touch. I hate dressing up. If was my way I would be wearing a hoodie with