It's been getting pretty rough down in Chicago.
There has been a lot of shooting and protesters around the city. People dealing drugs in every valley,girls getting raped walking home from school.
My names Delilah,I don't have a mom,well I mean I did of course because she made me obviously. She died when I was 3 so I didn't really have any affect on it.
My dad was an amazing father,he cared about everyone,he was a police officer and was shot on the job,the day he died was the day I stopped caring about everything,afraid if I got too attached I'd get hurt from it.
I was 14 when he died so they had to put me in a foster home.
I didn't socialize much with people in my age group,people thought I was mean and didn't want to talk to me.
"Delilah,we have found parents that want to adopt you." One of the social workers came up to me
It's been a year since my dad died,which means I'd be 15,I knew soon to be parents wanted babies not teenager?
"Why do they want me?" I asked
"They have heard your story and really want to help you." A girl teased
"Pack up,it's your last day in Chicago." The social worker touched my knee and walked away
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Attitude Problem
Teen FictionYour mean,always have an attitude,don't care about much of anything. What happens when you get adopted and have to move and your image turns around really fast when you meet a very intriguing guy?
