Societies Flaws

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V:

Here we go again, another moving day is happening. This is the sixth time in two years. I am never allowed to settle down in one place ever, Im always on the move. Ever since my parents died, my sister and I have moved from house to house, being as one: we are foster kids and two: no one wants us to live with them.

The last home that we lived at was with a family of violence. I dont mean it was the husband was beating the wife, I mean the husband and wife were teaching their kids to fight. Being as my sister and I were people who werent part of their family, we were used as practice for the kids. It started off easy, all we had to do was dodge hits, avoid being punched. If we ran from the fight, we went back to the foster home. We wanted to be part of a family so bad, we stood there, avoided a few punches but then got hit. I have bruises and cuts, I dont quite think that I want to explain everything that has happened to me to everyone who sees them, so I always wear long clothes.

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The simplicity of her life was intriguing. The way that she walked around the school, it seemed like nothing could get to her. She never stopped to talk to anyone, the only time that I can remember that she looked up from the ground that she walked on.

What are you writing about Devan? Skylar asked me. I pulled my headphones out and she repeated the question. A devious smile plastered on her face, I hated it and really disliked her as a person. She was rude to everyone she walked past, except for me. She was only nice to me because I had money, which I never had to work for. My parents were rich, so they decided that giving me and my brother Collins money at 17 was a clever idea. Trust me, it wasnt.

Im writing about someone who believes that they are invisible, no one notices them. Or at least thats what they think. They roam the schools halls by themselves and doesnt have friends. Until one of the most popular kids in the school, approaches her and they slowly become friends. I placed my headphones back in my ears, pressed play on my music, and continued with my story.

Was when she looked at me. Well at least I think she looked at me. I caught a glance of her hazel eyes and the dimples in her cheeks that faded when a girl who was with me, turned to see what had taken my attention off her. The girl I looked at and admired for her simple life, had now sort of crumbled away under a harsh glare of someone.

V:

Today seemed to be different, but I wasnt sure why. The family seemed happy, there was no fighting, no screaming children throwing punches at each other. I was surprised how a family so cruel on a regular basis could simply turn that off and just be seated at the dining table talking. But then I spotted why it was all so different, the lady from the foster home was here, here to take us back again. But this time, it wasnt because the family was sending us back.

We have to take Veronica and Vanessa back. We have found a living relative for them to live with. We hope you understand the change of circumstances and hope that it doesnt affect the family too much. Sorry for any inconvenience.

A living family member, wow. I didnt think that we would ever be that lucky to leave this adoptive family and move in with a living family member.

Oh well, that is a shame. I think they were really starting to fit in and get along with this family. But I guess if they have family that is living and is willing to look after them, then I guess we have to let you take them. The foster mother said. She was always nicer to me than the father or son. The daughter, my sister and I had sort of started to become acquaintances. She would smile to us in the hallways at school when her brother wasnt around, but she could be really mean when she had to, so whenever she was with her family. Kids, please go up and say goodbye to Veronica and Vanessa.