So, this is the first chapter to my first fanfiction ever!!!!! Are you happy for me? You had better be! I'm soo super nervous though...alright here it goes!
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Sirri's pov
I was sitting in this room again. With its funny smell, and too small walking space with the giant desk crammed into the corner. It was too big to fit through the door, I wonder how they got it in. Ugh, and these salmon pink walls. The color was supposed to be soothing or something I suppose, but I hated it. At least I was seeing it on my way out, instead of on my way in again. The foster center. I was supposed to be picked up today by yet another set of foster parents. Because yet another set decided they were bored with me. Whatever, at least they had waited until the school year was over before shipping me back here. I hated switching schools, it was such a pain in the neck, sometimes the new school didn't even have some of the classes I'd been taking.
"Oi, are you listening to me?" I nodded vaugly, with a smile at the over sized woman behind the desk, then trailed off again. She was droning on about how to give new foster parents time, and just let them get used to the idea. Apperently this new set was brand new, never had a foster kid before, young couple, or so I've been informed. That's why I was stuck sitting here listening to this woman and watching her obnoxious red curls bounce around and her jowls tremble with every word, instead of reading the new Dean Koonts book my previous foster family had given me as a 'sorry we dumped you on your ass' going away gift.
It hadn't come as too much of a shock, once I'd taught their dog how to open not only the fridge, but the drawers in the fridge, right before Christmas. Well, I needed someway to get food, I didn't like most of the stuff that woman made. I mean, I eat my freaking vegitables, but not if they're covered in that bloody tarter sauce crap, who does that?!
But anyway, I guess I'm getting off topic...oh well, It looks like she was almost done anyway. I focus back just in time to here her say,
"Just be patient with them, and I'm sure you'll come to consider eachother family!" Ugh, I think that's what she's been saying at the end of every speech she's ever given to any kid since she flunked college. Only now her waist is bigger and her hair isn't all red anymore. Come to think of it, wasn't that what she's been saying the entire time, accept rewording it?
Just as I was about to get irrtated that she'd been repeating herself and making me listen the entire time, in walked a very young couple indeed. The girl couldn't have been more than twenty-three or four. The man not much older. The girl, had straight red hair a little longer than shoulder length, and it looked much better than the woman behind the desk. Her eyes were green and she still had some childish freckles decorating her nose. The man was only slightly taller than her, with sand coloured hair and a way about him that just screamed awkward. his eyes were blue, and alert.
They stepped up to the desk, not even noticing me, sitting in the wooden chair next to the plant. I suppose that was reasonable, at 5'7 weighing in at 120lb, I was hardly big, my arms were scrawny, and so was the rest of me really, messy black hair topped me off, and when I slouched, (like I was now) I could easily pass for invisible. Hmm, I made a mental note to test that theory soon, but back to the couple.
"Say something." I heard the woman hiss at the man.
"Like what?" Whispered the man back. The woman let out an exasperated sigh and stepped forward a little more.

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