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Hi, my name is Karla Camila Cabello, but you can call me Camila I prefer it that way. I'm 17 years old and I'm a foster kid.

It all started when I ran away from yet another foster home. I don't even know why I ran away it was the safest I'd felt for the first time in my life, though I felt like I didn't belong in that perfect family of four. I stuck out like a sore thumb.

So yet another court case to put me in yet another home where I knew I wouldn't be wanted in. Its not like I would be there for long since I'm nearly reaching the age that I've always wanted to be, 18. When I turn 18 I will be free of all things controlling me and all people telling me what to do, but in the mean time I will have to countdown the days until the day comes.

"So Karla I see that in your record you've had quite the trouble in your past"says the judge.

  I cringe when I hear the judge saying my first name. I haven't let anyone call me by that name ever since my parents died. I remember the day when I left school to be welcomed to an empty home and be told by my neighbors the worst four words ever told to me in my life 'your parents are dead'. They took me from my home, I would wonder why no one wanted me. After a year of losing my parents I was 14 and homeless.

I keep going through all things. "I'm still alive" I tell myself once in a while, and when I'm in a bad situation like being starved or getting beaten by foster parents I  think to myself "I've been through worse" and it makes it better at least for a little bit.

"Karla if you keep making the wrong desicions no ones going to want you" the judge says.

His thick rough voice brings me back to the present. "Your honour with Al due respect I don't give a fuck" I thought but in reality I kept my mouth shut. I've learned that keeping my mouth shut keeps people happy.

"There's no place where to put you but juvy"

"Please don't send me back there! I'll go anywhere but there" I respond immediately.

"Look karla is such a dissapointment seeing you here once again and not being able to find you a stable home- so I've taken it upon myself to take you in my house" the judge said in a very determined and decided voice.

I was in shock how could he let me in his home knowing I don't have a good track record.

"Next case!"

I'm speechless ad I'm walking away. I settle into a bench just waiting to be told where to go. It took the whole afternoon and we got out at 5 pm. We walk to his car and he suddenly stops and takes out his hand as if wanting me to shake it and I eventually end up doing it. "Karla I know its weird but now your going to have to know me by my first name, Mike".

"I guess its nice to officially meet you sir- I mean Mike " I say . "but can I ask something of you first?"

"Ask away" Mike says.

"Can you call me Camila I prefer it that way"

"Yeah sure no problem as long as you font keep changing it because I wouldn't be able to keep up" he says good humored. "Oh I forgot to mention that I have a daughter and she's the same age as you. I guess that's why I chose you take  in, since you just remind me so much of my daughter and I cant help but think that if it were her I'd want someone to do something too".

Mike seems like such a genuine person but I can't say the same for his daughter. I've dealt with foster siblings and it never ends well. I just hope everything goes smoothly for once.

"Lauren" Mike says.

"What"

" My daughters name, Lauren, I have a feeling your both going to get along" he says.

"Hopefully" I whisper out.

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It's my first story ever.., ironically since I don't like writing.
HoPeFuLly someone will read it!☝