Sydney POV:
I looked over the English books and looked at the lessons. I was doing well reading in complete sentences but some words I still struggled with like the word exhausted and enormous they were pretty hard.
After a few hours of studying I got hungry so I went downstairs and saw Ms.Greene was asleep on the couch. I quietly opened the pizza box and saw some pizza crust. I mean I know it wasn't ideal but at least I wouldn't starve.
I took it and quietly took it upstairs to my room and began eating it. When I finished eating I looked out the window for a bit. I do this sometimes and see people having better lives than me.
I saw a couple laughing and kissing, the looked so happy. I wish that I could be happy like that but who could ever love someone like me anyway.
They leave and I just lie down on my mattress and go to sleep wondering if I will have a life like those teenagers. A life where I could be happy.
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Being Found
JugendliteraturSo this is a story about how I was placed with a bad foster mom and was taken in by my teacher who gave me the life I thought I didn't deserve.
