::Kalen::
Today is the day my new 'mom' is suppose to pick me up. Honestly, I don't want a new 'mom', I've had so many already and I'm 17. Sometimes I only stayed with them for hours and got sent straight back.
I'm not a bad kid.
They just don't understand me, I just hope she's different.
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I sat there on my bed just staring at all my belongings it was almost sad, I only had one suitcase. Most of my clothes came from my birthdays, Chris and
Caleb's parents would buy me nice clothes. The name brands, Aeropostale & Fitch, Hollister, Elites, Jordans, to them I was just another one of there sons.
And I loved them for that.
"Kalen, Kalen!! C'mon it's time to go, Kelly's here to come get you," Mr. Kanes yelled to me.
I guess this is it, I ran my hand through my short curls on top of my head and went downstairs to meet this Kelly.
It was Kelly.
Not any Kelly but,
Kelly Rowland.
I wonder why she would want to adopt a kid like me? I asked myself.
"Hey, I'm Kelly. Are you all set, your sister is waiting in the car." She told me.
"Umm, yeah," I picked up my suitcase and walked out the door. A door I was never going to walk back into.
I felt Kelly put her hand on my back, her touch felt motherly, I haven't felt that in almost 14 years.
We walked to the car and I saw a girl, she was around my age. She had those big nerd glasses, they looked good on her and she had long curly dyed blonde hair that went to her mid-way back. She had a bright smile and sparkly teeth.
She looked familiar.
