I always have this dream.
Im in a jewlery store with my crush. Im looking at a giant dimond, with a price of one million dollers. Last night I was with Emilie in the store, and we hear a gunshot. We drop to the floor, and my father bursts through the door.
"EVERYONE GET DOWN. NOBODY MOVE!" He says. Emilie is crying, and I reassure her that we will be fine.
It wont.
Pop Pop Pop. I look over and see Emilie covred in blood. My dad grabs the dimond and runs.
I wake up. "Evan! Are you okay? Your crying!"
And then I see Blue. He is always there when I wake up from this dream. He's not my brother, but I consider him to be. He is 16, just like me. Being in this Boy's Home, its good to have a friend who knows what you're going through.
My mom died when I was 9, and my father was arrested when I was 12. My auntie who took care of me had no more money, and now im in the Home For Lost Boys. It'sa horrible place to be, especilly if your father was a master theif and killed 7 people in a heist.
"Attention: All boys report to Cafiteria: All boys report to Cafiteria." The loudspeaker rumbles.
Another Non-Adoption day.
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Prison Kids
Teen FictionAmya's dad sexually assaulted a woman. Jackson's Mom leaded a gang he's in. Lilak's Mom killed someone. Evan's Dad was a theif. They're prisoner's kids. Not prison kids. I wrote this for fun, but sadly I have lived some of this. Please be...
