My Foster Home

Chapter 1

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Today is the day! I'm finally getting adopted, well kinda...

My name is Cierra, but my few friends call me C. I turned 15 in october and it's august now. I've lived in this small and useless orphanage since I was six because of what my mom did,(let's just say her job wasn't particularly legal I guess) and the reason I'm not with my dad is because I don't know where he is. (I think he is in prison but nobody has ever had the guts to tell me.) But today is the day I'm no longer going to be a alone I'm getting foster parents...you're probably reading this and thinking I'm excited but let's face it im pretty frightened.Don't tell the kids here because they fear me. Here at the orphanage I'm that girl you don't want to talk to or even be around. I think my black and purple hair and gothic style throw people off.

Most people look at me and ask what they can do to help. I always say "Help with what?" I dont need any help I don't need a counselor. What I need is someone who cares about me. So f**k all those people who think I need help, how about you worry about your own life not mine!

Okay anyways lets get back to my foster parents. well I'll start with they aren't really my kinda people,but after the (what feels like a million) other families I guess I'll stay with this one for a while before I scare them off. You don't want to hear what some families have said about me. So if you're wondering why these aren't my kinda people here's some info about my new "parents".

💙💙Thanks for reading the first part of my story!! I hope u enjoyed it, ill keep writing! 💙💙