"You know Luke, being a foster kid my whole entire freaking life I tend to be bitter. Nothing about my life is good."
"Well, you need to relax," he says, walking over to his bed, and crouching down. It took me a while to figure out what he was doing; taking out his beautiful guitar. My jaw slacked and my eyes widened a fraction.
"You own a Gibson?" I stared at him in disbelief, but then my gaze shifted to my dream instrument, "You do realize that thing is worth more than me, right?"
"Honey," he paused for dramatic affect, "Nothing is worth more than you."
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Teen FictionSeventeen year old Mia has been in foster care since she was a baby. She has no clue who her family is, or how they look like. She's been adopted way too many times, but every time she does, something bad happens. She's a little bitter towards the w...
