New Life, New Love

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Hi!! This is authors note.  I have gotten several chapters in and I would just like to say- PLEASE try and get past the first chapter 😭😂 it gets so much better later- I was just starting and trying to figure out everything.
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She ran. And she ran. And ran. She ran faster and farther than she ever had in her whole entire life. Her lungs were burning. Her legs felt like they were on fire.
The voices were yelling behind her, her hair whipping back from the wind.
Whimpers fell from her open mouth where tears were falling in. They couldn't get to her.  She couldn't let them.
Her old, torn converse high tops were too big. The extra wiggle room causing a major fault in her speed.
But as the pounding footsteps came closer, her adrenaline fell. They were going to get her.

'No. No! God, please. No,'She thought.

She gasped as she was roughly pulled back into a body, the air being knocked out of her lungs. She started screaming.

"No! Let me go! Help! Please! No!"

"Shut up. No one is going to help you."

He was right. No one would help her. They can't do anything about it. Right now they need to help their own children. The ones who will sooner or later be ripped from their own hands.
She didn't have parents. None that cared about her anyways. She was a foster kid. Pulled from here and there. Tossed wherever they could barely squeeze another worthless child.

Witnesses were staring. Looking away as she was pulled to her inevitable fate.

"Please," She sobbed, thrashing in whoever's arms that were holding her with a ruthless grip. Surely, there would be bruises later.

"Come on, kid. You'll only make this worse for yourself. You're already in trouble for running."

With one last cry of frustration, she was knocked into a restless, forced sleep.
There was nothing she could do.
It was hopeless.

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Her eyes opened slowly as she was woken up from the brakes of a car slamming down. A harsh pounding came from her head, pain rushing through.

"Hurry up. Get her in there. We're already extremely late since the brat ran. I hope who ever gets her, beats her for that," A few deep voices grumbled, slamming a door shut outside of the car she was in.

She tried seeing outside the door but the windows were tinted so darkly she couldn't see a thing.
Her door was opened swiftly and a tight grip was placed on her arm, yanking her out of the car.

Whimpering, she stumbled over her own feet trying to catch her balance while being pulled into a building.

"Eric- careful! She won't be as high of value if she's got bruises. She's already damaged."

Her heart sank into her stomach as those words were spoken. "High of value? I was being sold?" She questioned herself. She had heard of them being sent to homes or people "adopting" but everyone thought the auctions were just a nasty rumor.

The grip on her arm barely let up. She knew there was a bruise on her face since her jaw was sore to move.

"Please," She begged,"Let me go."

Without a second thought, she was ignored, being pulled through a hallway. You could hear the distant voices and what seemed to be someone on a speaker system. There was yelling but it was too foggy to understand.

"Shit, hurry up. They've already started sending them off."

She was tossed into a room. Everything went in a blur and she weakly attempted to fight off people as they tried to strip her of her clothing and into what looked to be a baby pink onesie.