"Knock louder for Christ's sake." My mother whines at me, "Fine." I say quietly, as I do so. I hear footsteps behind the door, "Coming!" I hear someone yell from inside. The brown, wooden door opens fast, "You must be Kory Donovan, I'm Michelle Smith." An older lady smiles, she has short, blonde hair, decent clothes, and her perfume smells like flowers. I nod my head, not breaking eye-contact.
"Well, come on in." She smiles, as we walk inside her lovely home, It smells like she is baking something, "You'll share a bedroom with another girl named Mary, she's 14, and she's a foster child too." Michelle smiles as we sit down at the kitchen table. "Oh, alright." I say, still looking around.
Where is everyone..?
"Do I have to sign anything?" My mother asks rudely. Michelle shakes her head, "Just say your goodbye's for a while." Michelle says calmly. "Bye." My mother stands up, walking towards the door.
Bitch!
"Can I atleast get a hug?" I ask, tears forming inside my eyes. "Whatever." My mother says, walking back over, and hugging me for only two seconds. "Bye Kyle." I whisper, looking down at him. "Bye sissy." He says, practically being dragged by my mom, and they leave.
"I see your mother looks like she's having a hard time with this." Michelle rests her hand on mine. A hard time? A HARD TIME? She's joking right? "Uh, yeah, maybe, doesn't look like it." I say quietly, wanting her to get her hand off mine. Michelle nods her head, "Let's go up to your room." She says, getting up. I quickly follow her up the stairs, and into a hallway, and walking through a room.
No decorations? Wow, this is going to get old .... fast.
"You can put up pictures or something, It's a little plain in here." She smiles. "Yeah." I whisper, looking around. There's two dressers, two beds, two mirrors, and one window. "You can have the bed closest to the window." Michelle says, setting my duffle bag on the bed. "Okay...where is everyone?" I ask, giving her a weird facial expression. "Outside." Michelle says. "How many kids are here?" I reply quietly. "Five, including you. There's Mary, Dylan, Rachel, and Sarah." She mentions. "How old is the boy?" I whisper, glancing at her, "16." She smiles.
Great.
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Alone and Trapped.
Teen FictionKory, a 15 year old girl who's Alone & Trapped. She's scared, being sent away IS scary. She doesn't know these people, who's she's living with, and her parents act like they don't even care. This is her journey and experience from a girl who act's l...
