My bad life turned good

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Chapter one:

I would like to tell you about child services and how they wanted to take me away from my aunt and uncle.

"No we don't want our niece to be taken in by a family that she doesn't know or by a family we don't know!" My aunt Rose yelled.

"Look Rose your husband lost his job and you don't make a lot of money to be able to look after your niece," the lady named Jen said.

"I understand that, but she's my niece and I don't like the idea of letting a family that we don't know take our niece in," Rose said.

"How about if we tell the family that takes her in that they have to let her aunt and uncle visit her once or twice a week," Jen said.

"Fine," Rose said.

"Okay," Jen said.

"Okay," Rose said.

"Could you call your niece downstairs?" Jen asked.

"Abby!" My aunt yelled.

"Coming!" I yelled. I picked up my bag and walked downstairs to the living room.

"Hello Abby I'm Jen," Jen said.

"Hey," I said.

"Ready to go?" Jen asked.

"Yes." I said. I quickly hugged my aunt and said bye to her.

"I'll come by once or twice a week to see how you're doing," she said as she hugged me.

"Okay," I said.

"I'll miss you," she said.

"I'll miss you too," I said.

"Your uncle and I will call you as well if we are given the number," she said.

"Okay." I said.

It was a long drive to where ever we were going. We soon pulled up in front of a big house. I'm going to guess that it's the house that I'll be living in for the next little while. Jen walked me up to the front of the house and rang the doorbell, the front door opened and I was taken inside. As soon as I walked inside all I could smell was smoke and the smell of beer, which I hated, I mean I'm only ten and no ten year old wants to smell smoke and beer every time they walk into their house that they live in, while I don't that's for sure, I'm not sure about other people that are ten years old. I actually had a really decent sized room which was nice, every time I looked outside all I could see was the woods which was great, that meant that there would be a great breeze when I opened up the window.