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The concrete was slick with rain and the lights of the city reflected back. The mirrored images blurred together, hiding the secrets this town really held. Looking down into the puddled raindrops, it was a beautiful sight.
Green, yellow, red.
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My least favorite part of the school day was always the end of it. Unlike most teenagers, I loved school. I loved learning new things, and I loved being around other people. More than anything, though, I loved being away from that house.
At school, I was somebody. Student body president for the second year in a row.
I was one of six kids in my foster home and my foster parents, Joseph and Debra, could hardly be bothered with remembering our names. I'd been called every name you could imagine beginning with the letter 'C'. All, of course, except my actual name: Corrina.
As for my "siblings," it'd be a miracle if they were ever around our caregivers long enough for acknowledgment. That was the best for everyone.
Aside from me, there was Piper and Harvey, who were both my own age: seventeen. Then there was Angel who was sixteen, Benny who was thirteen, and Martin who was twelve.
They all went to a different school district than I did though; one with abundant security guards and frequent locker searches in almost every school.
Four years ago, when I was first placed in this foster home, I had gone to the same school. It had taken all of two days for me to realize that I would have no future if I stayed there. I had taken it upon myself to get myself transferred to the public school a little further from our house.
I was barely eligible for enrollment since we lived just outside of the district, but I convinced the principle to take a chance on me. Since then, I'd definitely proven myself worthy of that chance.
I hated being around them. It completely drained the life out of me- what little life there was to begin with. That was why I needed to use every opportunity to make something of myself. I wouldn't let myself turn out like my biological parents; the people who threw me into this world at eight years old because they would rather spend their money and time on drugs than their daughter.
