Can You Keep Me?

Again, I pack my bag. Not that I have much to pack, just three pairs of clothes, a pair of shoes and some other knick knacks. Another family, kicking me out, saying, "Maybe we should look at another kid, we should give everyone a fair chance." I lived in an adoption centre until I was three, after my parents dropped me off there almost as soon as I was born, or so I'm told. When I was three, I was given to a foster family but they brought me back not even a week later. I stayed at the adoption centre, multiple families have fostered me, but then I kept getting brought back. I'm now twelve and back where I started, another family who fostered me are taking me back. I think this time was a record. They've kept me for just under a month. I used to count how many families had fostered me, but I don't bother anymore. There's been too many.

My name's Nip, well it's Juniper Rose, but I don't much like that name, so everyone calls me Nip. When people hear my name, they think of me as a girly girl, but I'm anything but. I hate dresses, I only rarely wear make-up and I'd rather do jazz or hip hop than ballet, tap or play netball like all the other girls at the adoption centre. Most of the time they choose me because of my name and they hear that I'm different, but then they realise exactly how different I am. They think I'm a freak. I know because other girls in the adoption centre have called me it and once I had a foster sister. I was really different to her. She went on dates with boys, listened to One Direction and Taylor Swift. Me? I'm usually on Twitter, Tumblr or Instagram, fan-girling over Demi Lovato. She saved me. I guess you could call me homeless because I've never really had a home. I've never felt the love of a mother or a father. But I've never needed it either. I'm a survivor.

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Soooo this is my first fanfiction. It started off as an English assessment but has since grown. Review and tell me what you think...please??

Love Lily ♡♥