My name is Eva Grace Smalls. I'm a foster child in New York, I'm 15, and some call me emo. But to me, emo is offensive. I like to be called Eva. Because that is what my parents named me. I haven't seen them in 12 years. I ask the head of the foster facility all the time what happened to them and why I'm here, but I know they are lies because each foster home has a different story, like they don't want me to know.
I've been in five different states, right now I'm in New York. I love it here, I have a boyfriend! My first boyfriend! His name is Benjamin Adams. He's been so good to me since we started dating three months ago. Right now my foster parents are Vanah and Alfonso Reyes. A Mexican family that offered to take me in. They have a daughter named Clair but she's a bitch. She's just mad that I'm dating the guy who she's had a crush on since fifth grade, ok ok I see that that was mean of me but I had no idea she liked him! So now she's mean to me and tells me I should kill myself. Don't get me wrong, I've considered it, but I thought about this... If someone kills them self it might make their world a lot better, but it would ruin the people who cared about you. And Vanah and Alfonso care about me. So does Benjamin.
I walked in my huge bedroom on the end of the Condo and looked at my phone. I got a text from Benjamin that read "hey babe, you wanna go out to watch Ant-Man tonight?😘" "sure I'll ask" I replied. I went down the hall and into the kitchen where Vanah was making Nachos for supper. "Hey, um... So how was your day?" I started off. "Just like everyday, got up, got dressed, cooked, ate, you know, the usual." She said with a sigh. "Well, I was wondering if I could go out with Benjamin tonight and watch a movie?" I said with the biggest smile and my irresistible puppy eyes. "What movie" she said with a concerned look. "Ant-Man, you know I LOVE marvel movies!" "MOM!!" Yelled Clair. Interrupting me.
