Isela's POV*
I lay on my bed looking out the window of LA. I can't remember the last time I went outside. My sister, Marie and I have been living in foster homes for almost 2 years now. This is my 4th one actually. We usually end up only staying for 6 months than we go to the next foster home. It's not my fault, it's my sisters. People think we are twins because we look alot alike. We both
have long dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. The only difference is I have freckles, she is taller and 3 years older than me. Our dad is in prison and our mom died in a car accident. I have had deep depression ever sense. I don't talk much unless I have to. Marie doesn't know about my depression because I feel if I tell her she will not care.
"Isela, are you def?!" Kate yelled. Kate is our foster mom I guess you can call her. I live in this foster home with my sister and four other girls, Brooklyn, Lexi, Emma, and Madison. Brooklyn is the same age as me, 13. Lexi, Emma, and Madison are 15.
"Isela!"
"C-coming!" I stutter. I have had a stuttering problem ever sense the incident.
I walk downstairs to the kitchen were Kate is. I look at her short red hair and pale hands on her hips.
"I told you to do the dishes 10 minutes ago! And where is your sister?!"
"I-I ugh"
"I said, Where. Is . Your . Sister?"
"I don't know" I sighed.
"Alright, when you see her tell her to come to my office, now get to work" I nodded my head and did as told.
When I finished, I headed back to my room. Moments later, Marie sat on my bed beside me.
"Where were you?" I asked.
"Walking around, exploring." she anwsered.
"Well Kate is pissed of. She wants you to see you in her office."
"Ugh fine."
Marie's POV*
I walked out of the room and walked to Kate's office. I breathed in and back out before knocking on the door.
"Who is it?" Kate asked
"Marie"
"Come in"
I walked in closing the door behind me and sat down on one of the brown leather seats.
"Marie, we need to talk about your behavior."
"Okay.."
"This is your fifth time this week sneeking out without asking. You know the rules."
"I know, and I apologize for not asking. It won't happen again" I was about to get up but Kate grabbed my arm.
"Marie, these girls look up to you. You're the oldest one here. Sure you have only been here for 6 months but they really do. You need to stop acting like a child and grow up." I nodded my head and she let me leave. Her words left me thinking "you need to stop acting like a child and grow up"
Isela's POV*
I sat at the dinner table and ate my spaghetti. Kate isn't the best cook so I didn't eat much. Once everyone was finished, I washed all the dinner dishes. I headed back to my room and grabbed me some pajamas. I walked into the bathroom locking the door and getting undressed. I got into the shower and let the hot water run down my back while I washed my hair. Still washing my hair, I saw it. I picked it up and looked at it. I promised myself I would never do it again but I just had to. I slid it across my wrist multiple times before I heard a knock at the door making me drop the razor.
