Foster Child

Fourteen years old. That’s how old I was when I got a foster family. I was taken into a family that took in unwanted children that were in orphanages. My name is Myka Scarlett James and I was abandoned when I was born. I was left in an alley alone left to die but thankfully I was found and taken into an orphanage. My hair was long and dark, I was skin toned, and I was skinny since I never really ate much. But everything was different for me; I was given a name and small home until I was taken in by a family. Even though it took a while I still learned a lot about myself and I was smart for my age. Nothing happened in my childhood until I got my own family, that began to care for me so quickly it was just uncalled for and amazing but, it’s when everything changed for me.

                The people that took me in were a nice couple around their late twenties and they didn’t have any children of their own because the woman couldn’t have children. They had taken in five kids excluding me, so now I had five siblings. The man’s name was Charles James; he was Caucasian, tall, muscular, with dark blonde hair and was handsome. The woman’s name was Cyndi Lehane-James; she was very beautiful, dark hair, skinny, and Italian. The house that I was going to live in was huge it was like a mansion it had fifteen rooms and they weren’t all taken. Some were just untouched probably waiting for another kid to adopt. The other kids were around my age. Two were fifteen, one was sixteen, and two were ten; three girls and two boys. Their names were; John, Faith, Jennifer, Luis, and Maxine.

I was put into high school grade eleventh during the spring. I was smart for a fourteen year old but it was nothing to be ashamed of at the time. Except that when I started into an actual school I had no idea it was going to be so different since when I was in the orphanage, I had special classes alone. Also, with me being young it attracted most of the boys, but I knew well enough that they were not my age and for me it was different since I was the youngest one at the school. My first day was very interesting since I had been taken in the day before, and then quickly put into school. I loved school; well back when I was in the orphanage I loved it. But that was probably because I got my own lessons.

I was in the house for a week before I went to school for my first day, I was nervous and scared because I wasn’t sure of how people were going to look at me but I knew I was going to get a lot of attention, because I was very young and by my age I should be in middle school but the tests I took to see what grade I would be in said that I was eleventh grade level…I walked through the halls after getting my schedule and my locker number as well. People stared at me with curiosity probably wondering, who I was, and why was I there since I looked so young. When I reached my locker there was a guy standing there going into his locker. I went to do combination and when I got to the last combination the guy that was near my locker looked at me and said, “So are you in the wrong school or am I?” I just couldn’t help but chuckle, he was really cute, medium short hair, light blue eyes, dark tanned skinned, and he was Puerto Rican. I was fourteen but he was just to die for.

I responded back with, “No I’m pretty sure we are in the right school. Just I was put ahead.”

“Wow, well you must be really smart for one pretty young girl like you.”

“I guess.”

He was flirting with me I could tell, “I’m Myka by the way, and you are?”

“Adriel,” he responded with a smile. It was hard not to smile at him; I slowly put the books I was given into my locker except for my Economics book which was my first class. As I held my book, Adriel spoke, “You got Economics too, well me too. I got it in a few. You know I can help you get to your classes that way you don’t need to ask around some people can be big jerks at times to the newbies.” It was nice of him to offer his help, I wasn’t expecting to make an acquaintance so quick but I was glad that I did, so I nodded and stepped away from the lockers. I took my schedule out and asked him, “So is my first class I have the same as yours?” He took the schedule and took a while looking at it. So I just waited as we kept walking towards my first class. After a few seconds of looking at it he smiled, I wondered for a moment why he was smiling and I said softly, “What?”