I wake to the sound of trucks and cars zooming along the roads every morning. I have no idea how I get to sleep each night. Maybe it's the thought of Amber. Maybe it's my body shutting down. I don't know. All I know is that this isn't home. I have been in 26 different foster homes since I was 6. Everyone seems to have a reason to take me but then they ditch me. I have never been one of those girls who have big bright sparkling eyes and beautiful long tanned legs. I have wavy brown hair, dark brown eyes and short stumpy legs. Who would want that? I sure wouldn't. Maybe that's why my parents left me. After Amber disappeared nothing was ever the same. She was a dare devil. She never took no for an answer. No just wasn't good enough for her, and maybe I just wasn't good enough for her. Anyway she's gone now and I am here with old Mr Tripper. Mr Tripper took me in because he owed my last foster parent a favour for stealing jewellery from her shop. So I was sold to old grumbly Mr Tripper last month and now life is worst than ever. Even before when I was with Mrs Barney at least we had enough food and water, but with Mr Tripper we have barely enough for 3 days. Everyday he makes me go down to the river and get water and then head out to the farms and work all day. So that's my life now. Living with the old grouchy Mr Tripper and trying to not lose hope of finding a place to call home.
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Search For Paradise
ChickLitEver had that moment when you know exactly what to do? Well, that's what happened to Foster Child Brooklyn. Brooklyn has never known her sister Amber because she ran away when Brooklyn was 6 and Brooklyn has always assumed Amber was dead. But on Bro...
