I woke up this morning with a horrible pain in my head. I got out of bed and did a cartwheel/forward roll to the bathroom. I got dressed and ready for the day. I'm really lucky it is a Saturday because I would have been like 2 or 3 hours late to school. I'm 11 1/2 years old and I would have seen the angriest teacher in the world ( Mrs.Francenscas ) and it would be because of me. So when I got downstairs for breakfast I found a note on the counter that said:
Dear Sara,
I am going to be at work today till 9 PM. do your chores and when you are done you can have free time to hang out with friends.
Love,
Jericah
You see, Jericah is my foster parent. Her last name is Hokel. I kept the last name the orphanage found me with. When I was a baby strange things started happening around me, as in one day I was walking around in the park and suddenly a tree started growing out of the ground even though it was winter. I am weird like that. I was kicked out of so many foster homes that I don't even count anymore. Well enough with talking about past. What about present? I walked back up to my room and woke up my two cocker spaniels, Roxy and Ramone.
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The Remembrance
FantasySara Falins was an ordinary girl... until fantasy became real.
