Blake

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Blake

It was lunch and I couldn't find my fosters, that's what we called ourselves. I sat on a bench and looked for my foster siblings.

"That's one of them" someone next to me whispered.

I glanced at him and went back to looking for my family.

"Rumor is that their foster parents make them do stuff to each other"

I got up and stood in front of them.

"What?" I said with a confused look on my face. "That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard! They're my family! We would never do that to each other!"

"You're not family! You're just let downs" he shot back.

I got him from his bag strap and made him go on his feet. I held him up to my face.

"Say that again!" I spat.

"Let. Downs."

I hit him in the stomach and made him stay standing.

"Say it now!" I yelled again continuing to hit him.

"Say what?" I turned around and saw Mrs. Adams standing behind me with her arms crossed. She took out a familiar booklet, and I knew what she was writing up since I got it most often.

"Detention" I muttered taking the paper and walking away.

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