It was a normal day for me. Or if that's what you call it, but for now I wont get into that. I was laying in my bed listening to music trying to zone out. I have short dirty blonde hair and dreamy eyes just right, and a bright smile I barely use. I always and I mean ALWAYS have headphones in my ears, music is my life and I cannot go a day without listening to it, it's the only escape I have, only way to let my emotions out. Listening to some NF, Lecrae, Scarlet White and many more artist. But that hardly happens in my house, because of my mom Kylie's new boyfriend coming home once again drunk as he could get, Andrew. I'm an only child, 15 years old, a teenager, and hating everything going on in my life. I'm happy I'm the only kid, I mean I don't get spoiled, I'm not one of those snotty rich kids and I never ask for anything. But I'm glad because I don't want another kid to have to go through what I'm going through, or worse. Living in a three bedroom house right in the State of Texas. It's a pretty rough neighborhood if you ask me my opinion. I'm in high school although I very rarely attend, my choice I guess and my mom doesn't even care. Hi, my name is Joe Price, and welcome to my world.
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It was just another day in the house of the Fosters. But for me it was never normal. Something different was always happening, it's hard to catch up. Hi, my name is Emberly Steele, but as everyone calls me, Em, and I'm 15 years old, almost 16 if it even matters. I have long black hair and beautiful blue eyes, pale skin, a welcoming smile that I never show. I live in a Foster Home here in Texas, with 7 other fosters. I'm the oldest, which is kind of a curse. I'm seen through all the time, it's like I don't even exist here. A ghost stuck in between dimensions. I share a room with some of the girls. I have headphones in my ears to block out the noise, listening to Bethel, Hillsong United, Kari Jobe, Veridia, and many more artist, it's late, I can hear Margaret the witch of a mother yell,
"diners done come get it before it's gone!"
I already know there isn't enough for me, I'd rather let the little ones eat anyways. I'm so tired of this place though, which is why I escape, only temporarily though. Sometimes for hours or days but I'm always forced to come back against my will. And I'm punished for it by my Foster dad, Ryan, don't get me started, he's off at work now which is a relief. Some days he's working on oil rigs and other days out on cars at the local car auto parts shop. I'm too tired to speak or sing anymore, my eyes begin to close slowly, drifting off into sleep.
