"Trinity! Come here!" My aunt yelled.
"Coming!" When I get downstairs I see my aunt talking with someone, a women with dark brown hair and sky blue eyes, probably in her twenties.
"Trinity," my aunt said, "this is Carol Benson, she is going to adopt you, so start packing."
"W-why aren't you going to take care of me?" I ask almost in tears.
"Honey, I don't have the money right now, you know that. But listen, you won't be moving out of town, you can see me whenever you like, you know my schedule."
"O-okay." I walk up to my room and start packing. I have to admit, I knew my aunt was low on money, but I didn't think she would get rid or me, at that moment I felt a surge of anger and without thinking I kicked my chair, and I screamed. Mrs Benson came running up the stairs and ran into my room.
"Are you okay!" She asked.
"I'm fine." But the truth is, I'm not that got me more mad, the fact that Mrs Benson came up right away after I screamed, not my aunt. I just met her and she cared for me more than my aunt. At that moment I started to cry. What if my aunt really didn't love me? What if she's getting rid of me because she doesn't like me?
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Washed Away (ON HOLD)
Teen FictionTrinity lost everything in a huge flood, well almost everything, what will happen when she finds a mysterious box beside her mother's grave?
