Motherless Child ( Urban )

Runaway Love

Little Orphan Ava Vega is what they call me but, I'm not an orphan. I'm adopted. I'm a victim of the Forster Care Epidemic.

I was separated from my twin brother, Troy, when we were seven. He had been my protector since we were born and it eats at my flesh during the night that we aren't together. But one day we will reunite then, we won't have to suffer any longer.

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I'm sixteen now and I've been living with the James' since my 15th birthday. It was 4:21 already and I needed to be away from this house by 4:35, when my foster dad, gets home. I threw the little amount of clothes and shoes I had into my purple duffle bag the descended the steps full pace.

I dropped my bag and began cutting open the couch pillows looking for the one filled with money. One night when my foster parents were arguing about not having money because it was spent on my foster dads addiction to drugs and alcohol, he said, "If we ever need money, we'll open the couch pillows." I was glad I overheard because I don't know what I would do with no money.

I now had six minutes to get out of thus house and still had eight pillow to go through. "Ughhhhhh," I moaned throughout the house while flopping down on the couch. Then the stairs started to creak. I jumped up with the knife in my hands pointed toward the stairs. But standing there was my three year old foster sister weeping with a duffle bag of her own in tow.

"We don't have much time," she whimpered through her tears. I shook my head and got back to looking for the money with tears pouring down my face. I don't why I decided on not bringing Kylan with me. She deserved much more than I did and I was basically leaving her for dead.

I was down to four pillows. When I cut it open dollar bills began peeking out. I unzipped Kylan's duffle bag, which was close to empty, and dropped all the money inside of it. There was nothing but hundreds and fifties so I knew we would be good for a while.

"Come on, Kylan. We have to go now!" She threw the duffle bag over her shoulder and reached up for me to carry her.

When we were halfway to the bus stop, I started having a queasy feeling in my stomach which always happen when something bad is going to happen. "I'm hungry, sissy," Kylan whined with her head on my shoulder. I ignored her and started speed walking to the bus that had just pulled up.

I'm not sure if Kylan really and truly understands what's going on but, she was a smart three-year old. I needed to make sure she knew what was going on because I didn't need her running her mouth to a random on the street.

After I paid our bus fair, I walked to the back of the bus. I saw a few people that went to my school but I was praying they wouldn't see me.

When I was about two seats away from where I wanted to be the taunting began. "Look y'all. Isn't that Ava the Orphan ?" I had already reached my seat and I decided I wasn't going to say anything since I had my sister with me.

"What? Are you too poor to speak now?" They all laughed except for Daquan; he just shook his head. He was the only one out of the entire group that never bad mouthed me and I appreciated it, even from him.

Since they weren't getting a reaction out of me, the leader of the group, Erica, spoke up. "Bitch, we are on a higher level than you and we took the time to acknowledge your homey looking ass. So do not disrespect us."

"Kylan, stay right here and hold on to our bags for dear life." She nodded and I got up to acknowledge her.

"Call me whatever the fuck you want to but I know the only reason you mad is because I look better than you AND I'm poor. So, stop hating with yo' mad ass and don't ever fucking disrespect me around my sister our we'll have a problem." That was the first time I ever said anything back to them and it felt hella good. But by victory was short lived when Erica spit in my face.

All the anger that I had built up over the years swelled in my hand and I slapped the hell out of her. She tried to charge at me but Daquan grabbed her. I just stood there shocked that I had even done that.

When I realized it was over I went and took my seat back next to my sister. "What the fuck did you grab me for Daquan?"

"Because you been bullying that girl since you met her for no fucking reason. She ain't never did shit to none of y'all. Y'all so fucking disrespectful," Daquan yelled at the group. Then he started smiling, all evil like. "And she was right."

"About what," Erica asked.

"She is way prettier than you, with yo' mad ass." He laughed, looked at me, and winked. I smirked and began trying to put the curls that fell free from my bun back up and straightening out my dingy looking clothes.

"So why you still with me then, Daquan. Answer that."

"I'm not," was all he said as the bus pulled to his stop.

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"Where are we going, sissy?"

"We have to put the money in the bank," I said to Kylan as we walked hand and hand toward the bank.

"But, I'm hungry." I ignored her and kept walking. I didnt feeling like her whining.

About two minutes later i answered her. "When we leave here, We'll get something to eat."