DIFFERENT | TAYLOR SWIFT

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Ivory-rose's POV.

I walk inside the orphanage door as the black convertible, holding Maegan and her new mother, drove away down the road.

I walk into the kitchen and put the bags of groceries on the bench. I couldn't see miss Elle so I just went up to my room to say goodbye and have one of my last looks at it, for a year atleast probably.

I admit, I was worried. I've said this before but going to different foster homes can come out in two ways. One, it's good and you stay for as long as you can, or two, you get hurt and try to get out as fast as you can. I had mixed feelings for this next foster home, part of me said to let it happen and to go, but the other half said to run because it'll turn out bad.

Going into foster homes really changes people, if it's a bad home you can loose your confidence and isolate yourself, and you'll never feel the same again. And if it's a good home then your trust is gained back and you feel happy.

One of my old friends went into an abusive foster home at the same time I did, when I came back to miss Elle's I saw her rocking back and forth under the stairs. She never talked to me, or anyone, and never went to breakfast lunch or dinner. I don't think she ate at all. People tried to help her, miss Elle got her to go to psychologists but nothing helped. Then one day there were blood stains out the front of her room, the door was open, I remember it clear as day. She had cut herself with something in her room during the night, she must of gone to the kitchen and gotten out one of the big steak knives because we found her dead with a knife wound in the front garden. Miss Elle locked up the knives in a cupboard from that day on. And no one ever goes near the little bench in the west side of the garden.

I never wanted to change into that person.

It annoys most foster kids, or by what I've heard them talking about, when other kids with perfectly fine lives whine about their dad yelling at them. Or when their moms won't take them to the mall to buy that bag they wanted. Yet they never think of the millions of kids who don't have moms or dads, or have never met them, and never will.

Some of us have rougher roads to drive on.

The first thing I did when I went into my room was picking up May and hugging her. I knew we would still be together, but whenever I hugged her I felt comfort and safeness. She mewed and put her paws up on my arm, snuggling her head into my arm as well.

"Hey, May. Soon we'll be in a car, I guess anyways. I'm going to hold you the whole time okay?"

I smiled and put her down on my bed, sitting next to her looking around my room. I didn't know what to do to occupy myself while waiting for miss Elle to call me down, so I went on tumblr while I could. Talking to my best friends that lived overseas and hours away. Talking about how I was worried, and helping another person I followed with her family problems.

A little while later I heard a knock on my door, so I got up and answered it. Miss Elle was standing there, in long black pants and a shirt with some print on it.

"Ivory, mind coming downstairs? She should be here soon." Miss Elle said with a smile on her face. I nodded and picked May up again, quietly making my way down with Elle following.

"Where should I sit? The lounge room or the front hall?" I asked, stopping at the bottom.

"The lounge, everyone should be in their rooms." I again nodded and went to the lounge room.