The Long Journey Of Being Unwanted {Editing}

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Bree
I walked to the door of my new foster home. I was put in foster care when I was only 3, so I don't have many memories of my dad. My mom died when I was 2, that is why my dad had to give me up. I have been to 23 different homes since. It's been 11 years since my dad left me at my aunt's house. She controls my life, she is the reason I am a foster child. I knocked on the door and a little girl answered, she looked about 8. Great another family with kids. I walked into the house and looked around. A woman was sitting in a lime green room on a gray couch. 

"Oh you must be Breeland." A nice looking lady says walking over to me. 

"Yes. But I go by Bree." 

"Oh okay well Hi Bree." She says with a smile. She walks over to a girl playing on her phone and takes the phone. "This is my daughter Brooklyn, who is 13, and that is Anayeli, who is 7." She says pointing everyone out. I wave. Anayeli waves back but Brooklyn doesn't.

"Do you want to play dolls with me?" Anayeli asks. 

"Sure." I say. Anayeli grabs my hand and brings me upstairs into a huge room. 

"This is my room." She says. I look around fascinated by the amount of space she has filled to the top with doll stuff. She hands me a doll and I sit on the floor in front of a huge Barbie doll house. After about 10 minutes Mrs. Miller calls me down. 

"Brooklyn is going to give you a tour." She said looking from me to Brooklyn. Brooklyn rolls her eyes and gets up. Their house was huge. They had a gymnastics room, a dance room, a soccer field, and a pool. The tour took like 20 minutes when we finally go to my room. It was medium sized compared to all the other bedrooms. It was right in between the dance and gymnastics room which was good because I do both dance and gymnastics.

"Have fun finding your way." She says running off. Great.

I started unpacking my stuff and setting everything up the way I wanted it to be. I had all my posters aligned on one wall. I had 2 posters of Simone Biles, 3 of Gabby Douglas, and then a couple of dancers. I also had a couple 5 Seconds of Summer posters. I looked out my window when I finished. There was a boy throwing a football to nobody in the back. I wanted to join him so I jumped out of my window because I was on first floor and said, "Mind if I join?" 

"Nah, go ahead. I'm Mark by the way" 

"I'm Bree. Well technically my name is Breeland, but I go by Bree." I ramble.

 "Well hello Bree." He says with a smile. I go to the opposite side of the yard and he throws the ball. I catch it and throw it back.

Mark
Breeland was ADORABLE!!! I didn't think someone could be so freaking gorgeous. "Do you live here?" I ask pointing to the house she jumped out of. 

"Yeah, I'm the new foster child. Do you live here?" She asks pointing to my house. 

"Yeah. You're a foster child?" I ask curiously. 

"Yeah." 

"How about you tell me about yourself." I say. 

"Well there isn't really anything to say. I have been a foster child since I was 3. I have been to 23 different homes and I am 14. Your turn." 

"I'm Mark. I'm 15 and I live right next door to you. I live with my mom. And I go to Oak Wood Middle School." 

"Wait, I'm starting at Oak Wood tomorrow. Could you walk with me there and show me around?"

"Sure why not." I say smiling. 

"MARK GET OVER HERE NOW!!!" My mom screams. 

"I got to go. Bye Bree I'll meet you right here tomorrow to walk to school ok?" I say before running off. I really regret leaving but hey, what can I do about it. I was lucky because her bedroom window was directly in front of mine. I go inside and look out it. She was still outside. I saw her climb through the window. It took like 5 minutes but she finally realized I was standing in front of my window. She waves and I wave back. My phone starts ringing. It was a FaceTime call from Alexi, My girlfriend. 

"Hey babe." She says through the phone. I wasn't paying attention I was just staring at Bree as she organized stuff in her room. 

"MARK!!" My phone screams. 

"What do you want Alexi?" I say irritated. 

"How rude." She says rolling her eyes. 

"Sorry babe what did you want?" 

"I was wondering if I could come over tomorrow after school to hang and do homework."

"Sorry can't I'm going to hang with Bree." Did I really just say that. 

"Who the hack is Bree?!" She yells angry.

"My neighbor. Look I got to go.. Bye." I say as I hang up. So let me get this straight. Alexi is my girlfriend. Well I don't want her to be. My mom forced me to be. I hate Alexi. But I can't get rid of her because if I break up with her I look like a bad person.

Bree
I saw Mark screaming at his phone. He looked annoyed. Both our windows were opened so I just decided to scream to him. 

"What's worng?" I ask. 

"Girlfriend troubles." He says back. He has a girlfriend? 

"Yeah I do sadly." 

"Oh I said that out loud."

"Yeah.. You did." He says laughing. 

"I got to go.. bye.." He says. I wave and sit on my bed. Tears formed in my eyes. The same sentence just keeps replaying in my head. He has a girlfriend. 

"UGH!" I yell before throwing stuff on the floor. 

"What is wrong with you?" Brooklyn asks. 

"Oh nothing just boy troubles."

 "I'm guessing you have met Mark then."

 "Yeah." I say. With that I crawl in bed and fall asleep.