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Chapter 2
Lets fast forward.
I'm currently waiting in a room staring at my shoes thinking about life. And so far it's treating me like shit.
My aunt Jenna didn't want me. All she wanted from me was cause of the money.
Ugh I have no shelter and no food. Can my life get any better?
A women had walked up to me. Does she always have a big smile planted on her face? Okay maybe I'm being a little harsh but what aunt Jenna had used me for the money and right now I'm really pissed me of.
I know, I know, I'm acting like a kid but right now I don't care.
She couldn't even wait till I'm 18. I've been living with her for about 6 years now. I don't know why she couldn't wait until I was at least older.
The women that had walked up to me with a big smile on her face had sat next to me.
Her smile had started to fade away. I started to get nerves.
As she placed her hand on my shoulder she started to talk, "Hey sweetie. How are you?"
"I'm good," I said trying to stay calm. I mean I don't know why I would be scared.
"I'm here to help you," I started to worry at the words she used. "You'll be in foster care until there is a family that wants to foster you or adopt you.
"Foster care is a place where we will take care of you. Provide a food and shelter for you," she said trying cheer me up.
*4 years later*
I've been in foster care for about 4 years now. Theres no hope. No one is gonna want to foster a Indian girl.
Why did it have to be me? Why does God hate me? I didn't do anything wrong. Why?
I started to cry. Trying to wipe my tears off my face my hands started to shake.
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The Foster Child
Teen FictionMeet Nikolina Marie Dalaya, a girl who lost her parents at the age of four and has been living with her aunt Jenna who has two other kids and one on its way for six years. She was ten years old when her aunt couldn't handle four kids, so she didn't...
