A little bit of RECAP...
Luckily, my grandpa and I survived. We came to Gibb St. ,because he knew other immigrants lived there. Then my grandpa went for a walk. Sadly he only spoke German and got lost. I tried hard to find him but I couldn't. That's how I ended up here...
...on Gibb St. in foster care.
I was taken out of my soccer league. And am forced to work in a grocery store. The money I earn goes to the foster home. My studies start dropping from straight A's to straight D's. So after work I have 1 hour for free time. So I walked a new route to the foster home. On the way I saw a garden. A garden full of different races. I found that really odd. At my foster home there were only whites. Like me. Susan always told me not to talk with blacks, browns or any other colour.
I have always wondered how they're like. And how they felt about us. But I wasn't allowed. And being 12 years old doesn't help me raise my voice.
Anyways, my one hour was almost over. I had to get to the foster home in 5 minutes. When it would usually take 20 minutes. So if I sprinted I could reach there. But on an empty stomach that was nearly impossible. Also, with my money that I earned, from the grocery store, in my pocket. But then I say a bakery. So I went to buy bread. As I was buying bread. A guy came and stole all of my money. I ran after him but I had no energy so I couldn't catch him.
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Adoption...
Short StoryBella is a 12 year old girl that feels all alone. Her parents die. So her grandpa and herself move to America from Germany. Her grandpa could only speak german and she is starting to go to school. One day her grandpa gets lost. She can't find. So sh...
