I sat in an uncomfortable silence in the back of the SUV that was taking me to the new town I was to live in. I sighed as I thought of my old friends back home and how they either hated me now or were terrified of me. The woman driving looked back at me.
"Hey, it wasn't you." I looked back out the window to the trees ignoring her. "At least no one will know you there," she said as she looked back to the road and said nothing more.
I couldn't settle on if my heart had sank to my stomach, or if it was in my throat and was trying to get out. I knew it wasn't me, but everything seemed like it did. They said I was moving for my own good, I think it was more for them. So they would feel safe without mearound. When I noticed the area growing more populated, I pulled my hood over my head. We stopped in front of an old looking building and I got the few things I had with me: a suitcase of clothes, several books, and my MP3 player. I was greeted at the door by a woman who looked about the same age my mom had, before she died. I walked inside and the house seemed like an old foster home, that hadn't seen any kids in years. I was twelve, I was not a child anymore so I didn't see why they would send me to a foster home of any sort.
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General Fiction***THIS STORY IS ON HOLD*** This story is based on a dream I actually had and I don't know why, wait yes I do, I chose to write it as a story (with added details). I will go on farther than my dream to make it better.
