Missing Pieces

A New Begining

We got into the car. The sound is strange. There is none. Wishing that this didn't happen to us, but it did. It shouldn't of. But it did. A little bit longer guys I know this is scary but this family is very sweet and are very good friends. Name. Address. Phone number. Children. All questions they said they would answer. Answer well you see the only answer we got were, they are nice people and you will see when we get there. My thoughts on those answers, Screw you I want my answer now. I know that's harsh for an 8 year old but at this point I don't know what's right and what's wrong I feel like I have lost all of my rights at this point. An 8 year old and right who had heard of such a thing. Me and Quinn we did because our parents talked about them a lot you have. Freedom of speech. Freedom to go where we want. And most off all we know what rights we don't have, let's see, we don't have the right to vote and we can't deal with medical stuff but I'm sure as heck that we should get to move to a different foster home if we want. The car stops Quinn and I hope that it's just a stop light but one minute later, still hadn't seen where we were, we hadn't moved we unbuckled our seated but at the age of 8 it seems smart to let the driver get our and everyone out and lock our selves into the car and not let them grab us and through us into a strangers house. They probably say to everyone yeah they are a very nice family then just leave us there with no intention of checking up or coming back to help us.