Part 6

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The next three years of my life are a blur of different foster homes. Only one thing stayed the same from place to place; the fact that no one wanted me.
Some would say it was my fault that no one wanted me but it wasn't. I misbehaved because that's how I needed to deal with the grief, but nobody understood that.
I was soon given a nickname after being thrown out of the fourth foster home in two months. I became known as 'Fierce Lex.' I was given this name because I would brawl with anyone who got in my way. I would rarely lose which made people not like me, so I didn't like them back.
But shortly after turning thirteen, a husband and wife came and asked for a smart teenage girl. Since I was the only teenage girl in the foster system at the time, they said they would take me.

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