Chapter 7: Is this how it ends??

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Before we get into the story I would like to say something. Thank you to my supporters. Without you, this story wouldn't have gotten the views it has today.  Now, don't get intimated by there's title. This is not the 'end' of the story but it is the 'end' of Annabeths story. You will see what I mean in the chapters following this one. Thank you all.

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Nancy packed her bags. She looked back to the room that she lived in for about a year now. She only remembered the last two weeks, surprisingly. The woman at the door grinned with delight, she looked like a villain whose plan succeed.

"I'm ready." Said a scared Nancy

"Right then, let's get a move on."

Nancy's new home was in New York, NY. That was pretty far from California. She closed the door lightly and walked down the corridor. Older and younger children were waving goodbye to her, out of the corner of her eye, she saw an older girl whisper:

"You were druged!"

She looked again and didn't see her anymore. Then, "CRASH!" Somebody had broken a window.

"Get Nancy to the back door NOW!" Screamed the boss who looked oddly familiar, that's because it was Christie!

Nancy remembered everything but, still ran.

"I know who that person is, it's my brothers girlfriend! She is the one who kidnapped me!  She was wearing a hoodie when it happened. What do I do? "

While Nancy was thinking, she didn't even realize that she was already nearing a white mini van.

"Get in kid, and no hard feelings."

"Yeah, no hard feelings."

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                                 9 Years Later

"Nancy, it's time for school." My mother yelled from downstairs.

"Alright mom." I ran downstairs and grabbed a piece of turkey bacon. I grabbed my back pack and kissed my mom on the cheek.

"Love you, and tell Jermey I said I love him too." Jermey was my 10 year old little brother, he was adopted too.

I still remember my old family, which consisted of a brother and father, I think at least. Even though I can't remember their names or faces, I still remember them. The day I came here was not the best, but it was still great.

"Hi hun, my name is Jackie but you can call me mommy."

"O.....okay."

I jumped out of the car and stood  in front of the mother I never had. In her arms was a baby boy that looked to be around one.

"This is your brother Jermey, he is adopted like you."

The baby smiled and stuck his fist inside his mouth. He was adorable and had the same blonde hair as me. Being only six at the time, I probably thought that he was my real brother, but I later on realized that I was wrong.

As I was walking inside the house, I spotted a girl that looked like Grace playing with another kid.

"Grace?"  I yelled out

"Nancy, is that you?"

Grace ran over to me and hugged me until I couldn't breath.

"I missed you girl."

"I missed you too."

The rest of the day went on with me and Grace playing and catching up. I always ask myself, "Is this how children really get adopted? Do people from adoption agencies or orphanages take kids right off the street and away from their families?" Is this how life is supposed to be? Is it?.........

                          End of story one

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So yes that is the end of Annabeth's story but, it's not the end of the story itself! There will be two other stories from two different children. The stories will still be in this book. This is the description for the next story:

Will was a very well behaved little boy, never spoke up or talked back to and adult. He was how you would say, the perfect child. His light brown hair and chestnut brown eyes were his main features. His mother was a drug addict and his father was dead. He has two twin siblings whome he is responsible for. Where is he now? That is something people might never know.

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So  do you like? I really hope you do! If you can remember or go back to the first chapter, Will is in the first group of boys that go to their room. Well I hope you like this chapter and yes I know that it's not this books day to be published but, let's just forget about the schedule. Okay? Okay.

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