We arrive at our home after an awkward ride. We go inside and I say "So umm I don't wanna just say hey guy with brown hair or hey dude with pale skin...so what are your names?"."Oh umm I'm Jerry" the brown haired one said, and the one with pale skin said "I'm Benjamin, but just call me Ben, sweetie." I inwardly cringed. "Anyway, let me show you to your room." said Jerry. When he opens the door the only thing I say is "Wow..just, Wow." The walls are pastel purple, and have hanging lights that twinkle off and on, there is a desk with a lamp, a LAPTOP, and books, and the closet is AMAZING. It has a mirror, a makeup pouch on the side, magnets for I don't know what, and a school schedule!?! I'm going to school! And the bed, oh my god, the bed. It has a stuffed quilt, soft pillows, and a frickin' canopy on the top. A FRICKIN' PRINCESS CANOPY. OH AND DID I MENTION.. A CANOPY! I turn around and hug both of them. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!" They look surprised but then hug me back. Finally, a family that seems to care. Then, I couldn't hold the tears back, I started to cry. I never had this. Most of the time my foster parents make me sleep on the couch, curse at me, hit me on the first day. I never felt like if someone cared. But maybe I'm wrong, maybe they don't care, but for now I care, and that's all that matters.
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My path is not straight
Fiksi Remaja17 year old, Jamie Muñdo isn't really the average girl. 1 she was adopted, 2 she was adopted by gays. She wasn't used to having two dads. She'd get bullied because of it and many people called her gay as well. She had to find a way get away from eve...
