The fosters

3: Samia's intro

Samia's pov

I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes. Today is the day , I'm officially 16 most teens usually go crazy and have their parents throw them a sweet 16 but me? I don't have parents I grew up in a foster home. They treat me like shit because I'm not one of their own. I threw on some clothes and walked downstairs straight out of the door.

I sat in class staring out of space this is boring I can't even concentrate. I need to get out of here. I raised my hand.

"yes miss Adams?"

"I have to pee" I say standing up.

"Be quick."

I stood up and walked out of the classroom​. I stood by the bathroom and waited for the only friend I have.

"You ready?" She asks grabbing my arm.

"I was born ready. You do know I've ditched before right?"

"Yea yeaa."

We looked down the halls and ran out of the school and went to some corner liquor store.

I walked around the store as my friend grabbed some candy and walked out. I kept making eye contact with the cashier. When he looked away I hurried and rushed some chips and Skittles into my backpack.

I looked again to make sure he wasn't looking and snatched some wine coolers and ran out.

"Hey! Come back here! I'm calling the police!" He yelled. I looked back and saw him picking up the phone.

I turned to continue to run but then I saw a cop car. I turned around and started running the other way.

All of a sudden I ran into another cop. At this point I knew I was screwed.

"Who's your parents?" A lady officer asked

"I don't have any I'm a foster child , please don't arrest me! Please! They won't want me anymore and I'll get expelled!" I cried.

"Im sorry love but it's the law." she put my hands behind my back and arrested me.

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"I can't deal with her anymore. I just can't this is the third time she's been arrested." my foster mom said as she paced back and forth.

"What do you want to do then Gina?" my foster dad said as he looked at me.

"We have to let her go."

I sighed. This isn't the first time a family wanted to get rid of me.

My social worker walked me outside. It's been a few hours since I've got arrested. She told me about a lady she works with and how she would love to bring me into her home.

"Wine coolers Samia?" My social worker says looking at me with disappointment in her eyes.

"It's my birthday" I sighed looking down.

"Look , please try to be on your best behavior in your new home."

"Whatever."

She walked me to my new foster mom. She was a pretty yellow skinned lady with hazel eyes.

"Hey Samia , I'm Monica I'll be taking care of you I already got you enrolled to your new school you'll be starting tomorrow."

"Thanks." I say walking to her car.

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I walked into her house oh boy it was huge. She showed me around and took me to my room. She gave me some clothes to put on until I got the rest of my stuff.

I got dressed into my pajamas and plopped down on my bed. No more sleeping on a couch.

"What a birthday." I sighed.

I turned to my side cuddling a pillow. I looked at a blank wall and cried until I fell asleep.

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A/n - I am @queenvibez and I'll be writing Samia's pov I hope you enjoy the story and if anything that I write bothers you just let me know. I mean I won't change it but you know I'm js