The Ninth Adoption {Editing and Writing}

Chapter 1

The Start is never the beginning. I took a glance at the photo that balanced on the corridor wall. It was always like..come and go. It's how the world works, and it's how my life is. Life wasn't simple or complicated..it was a like multiple puzzles mixed together in a gigantic bowl, and you don't always get it right.

" Kitt" Emily, my 8th adoptive mother shouted. " Someone is here for you" she continued.

This was is it, I took one last look at the picture before grabbing my bag and making my way down. Just have I before. I'm not sure how many time I've done this in the last 16 years .Life for me is hard. I've never understood life, and sometimes i feel it's against me not with me.

I was first adopted when I was a baby, even though i don't remember it i know i was. and ever since then I can never stay in one home. I'm not even sure my mother died while she gave birth to me, they say that I was the 'Dumpster baby' found in a dumpster when i was only 4 days old. I guess life for my birth mom was hard as well. I say that because who would leave a 4 day old baby in a dumpster? Oh, wait my 'mother' would.

Walking out of my bedroom, a single tear shed. It was hard for me to leave again! I started down the stairs when my adopted father came and gave me a hug. "Remember I will always, and I mean always be a call away." He whispered into my ear as he squeezed tighter. I was going to miss the old man. I smiled and hugged back.

When I reached the bottom of the staircase my mom gave me a hug and sent me out the door. The lady that was waiting downstairs escorted me to her car. "Ugh, why does it always have to be some lady in a old car?" I thought to myself.

As I sat down and got buckled up, the lady turned on her music and I was surprised! She was listening to The Summer Set, a pop rock band who I have recently started listening to.

"Hey" she greeted casually as if this wasn't awkward itself. At that I hopefully would have her for the next 2 years until I'm legal.

The ride was quiet besides the occasional question. 'How old are you' but i guessed they already knew that. I figured that maybe they were trying to get to know me, but i wanted to know them. Even if I was going to get out in 2 years.. still i had to stay with them for the amount of time.

I gasped as we pulled in front of a nice comfy home. It wasn't small but neither was it big. A small fountain lay in the yard surrounded by white, red and pink roses. The beautiful baby blue and off white contrasted between each other making it's way to the second floor. Modern but cozy and old fashioned. It started to feel like home. Hopefully it was.

Being in foster care for your whole life kind of sucks ass, but you get used to it. I mean seriously , who doesn't.. Oh wait me. Even though this is the ninth time, I'm still not used to it. New family, new friends, even new rules! That's a lot to learn. Well at least for me it is. I just wish someone decides to actually keep me for more than 2 years. Hopefully that's this family.

The kind lady who picked me up, fixed her hair back up into a bun and walked me up to the porch. Once she had her hair perfect she knocked on the door. A fairly young woman and her husband opened the door and welcomed us inside.

"Hi Mrs. Wheeler, I'm Elizabeth St. Jones, I work with the foster care, and this is the foster child that will be staying with you." The woman who brought me here, spoke softly, it was quite calming actually. I sort of wish it was her who was my new foster mother.

"How old are you? Like 25? Yet you are fostering a 16 year old." I said these words without thinking, I usually don't say stuff like that, but the couple's response surprised me.

"Actually no, we are almost 45." The strange woman in front of me spoke with a quiet but harsh voice.

"Oh! I am so sorry for being rude, I spoke without thinking." I knew apologizing was the right thing to do, so that's what I did.

"It is completely fine, we get it all the time.. Literally!" She laughed and accepted my apology.

After a few minutes they showed me my bedroom. It looked like the one I lived in for the first 6 months of my life.

Well at least that is what I have seen in pictures that were left with me. As I settled into my new room, a boy my age knocked on my door. He was a bit taller than I and had brown hair.

"Hi I'm Jason." He spoke with a bright white smile on his freckle covered face.

"I'm Kitt. Are you a foster child too?" I replied smiling as well.

"Nope, the Wheelers are my biological parents. They just got me back 3 months ago. I was in foster care since I was 6 months old, so as my sister." Jason said this looking like I did just 2 hours ago when I woke up.

"Oh so I have a foster sister?" I asked looking surprised.

"No, my sister is still in foster care I think." Jason looked depressed now.

"Oh." I didn't know what to say.

After that Jason left my room, and went down stairs. I'm curious on who his sister is now, so I too went downstairs. But when I got there police were in the living room. I was completely freaked out because the last time I saw police it was when I went to jail for 2 weeks for defending myself, but no one believed me, the believed my foster father. He was abusing me every day, punching, shoving me around, and pulling my hair, and yet no one believed me.

"Kitt and Jason go upstairs please." Jim, my new foster father instructed me and my new brother. We both knew from being in the foster care for so long to follow orders.

Once we got back upstairs I asked Jason who his sister was. He pulled out a photo that was ripped directly down the middle, just like one I had. I only had 1 picture and it was of a baby boy. Jason's was of a little girl. We put the pictures together and they fit perfectly. That was the moment we realized we were siblings!!

After about 5 minutes of catching up with each other we were called back down stairs. Jason and I saw that the police officers were still here, but we both just kept our cool.

"Why is this happening?! I just fucking got here! I cannot leave again!!!" these words just floated through my mind over and over again until the officer interrupted them.

"I am here just to make sure everything is okay, don't worry we are not here to take you two away." It's like he was reading my mind, but I was relieved that the officer said that and I think Jason was to because I was able to here is sigh of relief.

"All righty then, I guess I should leave now. I will be doing monthly check-ins Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler." The officer spoke kindly, and left.

We turned to our parents and showed them the picture and told them they have some explaining to do. It turns out we are cousins not siblings. That explains why he has brown eyes and I have blue eyes. But still why didn't the foster care try and keep relatives together?! I mean it's not a big deal but at the same time it is.

"Well I'm going to go to the TV room upstairs." I spoke directly to Jason.

"Okay." He smiled and went to the kitchen to get popcorn and soda for a Netflix marathon of Baby Daddy.

After about a whole season it was time for bed. Tomorrow was the first day at a new school. I got up hugged Jason and went to my bedroom to get into pajamas. Once I was dressed I went to the bathroom to pull up my hair and brush my teeth. I then went down stairs and said goodnight to my new foster parents who just so happened to be my aunt and uncle. Tomorrow I'll ask them about my birth-mother