There was a young girl named Jasmine, she was an orphan most of her life , going in and out of foster homes all across the globe took a toll on her confidence and the way she viewed herself, by the age of 15 she was shy, awkward and completely obliv...
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My name is jasmine jones and I am 15 years old. I have long, strawberry blonde hair, with blue green eyes, and smooth tan skin. I am currently sitting in the living room of my latest foster home waiting for my caseworker to come get me, because I am moving towns yet again, let me explain why I'm in foster care a little bit...
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when I was 4 years old my mother and father took me to a park located only slightly in the woods, we laughed and played on the play set, we had a great time all together, that was right up until we were heading down the forest path to get back to our car and two very big and very smelly wolves attacked.
My mother was screaming and crying shoving me into the car while trying to find my father, who was holding a hunting knife to one of the wolves throats. I heard growling coming from the wolf who had just been stabbed and screams coming from my father, who looked as if he had just been eaten alive. My mom rushed to save him but by the time she got there he was already gone.
She hurried to the car and when she jumped in I noticed she was bleeding and half of her leg was mauled off, she started driving at least 90 mph to the nearest hospital where she was taken in immediately, and although the doctors worked on her in surgery for hours and hours. She didn't make it, and since I was the only remaining family member , I got shipped to foster care.
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Skip forward 11 years and here I am, sitting alone in this room, waiting to be shipped off to a new town, I have never even heard of before " Smokesville "
