There I stand, afraid what's going to happen next. I haven't seen or spoken to my grandparents in over four years. How were they going to react when they see me?
Standing at the sidewalk, I clutch my backpack and I look back at the foster home. That's where I stayed for the past couple of days before they contacted my grandparents. I mostly stayed to myself the whole time. The children and teenagers in there look, well, sad. Seeing them live without family and seeing them suffer, hurts. I should be grateful.
I see a nice Ford Mustang pull up to the curb, an old man, who I assume is my grandfather, steps out out the car and walks over towards me.
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RandomNina thought her life was going okay, until her mother dies of addiction to alcohol. That forces her to live this her grandparents, who didn't want her as much as her own mother did. That means going to a new school and starting over, something she'...
