My Uncle Chris

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Hi, my name is Kasey and I am a foster. I have been a foster practically my whole life. My mom gave me up when I was 2 and I never knew my dad. I don't like the word foster because it makes me feel like no one wants me and I ain't shit. I know that's all true but I would like not to be reminded of it every single day. I am a very smart kid, but people don't know that just for the simple fact that I don't want people to think I am a nerd or something. I was in my room, well the room I share with this really annoying girl Zoey. She is 2 years younger than me and acts like she is 5 years older than me (I'm 15). Mrs. Andrews asked for me to come to her office. I already know what that mean. I'm getting adopted. I don't get excited because I know I'm coming right back. I don't do well with foster homes that have men in them. I am NOT a hoe that sleeps with any man. It's just that when I go to a foster home with a man in it they always tryna touch on me. That's why I am very protective of myself and I put up a very thick and tall wall. I walked in her office and she was smiling. Now I know I did something cause she never smile. She directed me to the seat in front of her desk.

"Now you already know that you are getting adopted..." She started

"For real I am getting adopted" I said in a sarcastic way.

"Haha very funny. Back to business. There is a special someone that wants to adopt you. He--" I cut her off.

"I don't want to go with a man. Find me someone else or I ain't leaving from this spot" I said. All niggas wanna do is touch all over me.

"To damn bad he is outside waiting for you. I would say go get yo stuff but you ain't got shit"

"Whatever bitch" I walked outside and seen Chris Brown leaning on a yellow Lamborghini doing some shit on his phone. When he seen me he started walking towards me. I really don't give two fucks if he is my foster parent.

"Hi, I'm Chris. I am your new foster parent. I have to go clear some things up with Mrs. Andrews. You can ho wait at the car." I rolled my eyes and walked to his car while he walked into the building. I don't care who he is, he is still a man. I got annoyed waiting for him so I decided to walk to the park. I was half way there when I heard a car honk, I just thought it was another thirsty nigga tryna holla. The second time I became a little aggravated but still ain't turn around. The third time I got pissed so I turned around ready to kick someone ass but only seen Chris in his car. I walked over to the drivers side and got in the car. The car drive was so silent. We made it to the house and it was a fucking mansion. I walked in the house and he came up behind me.

"Your room is upstairs and the first room on the left." I took his directions and when I found my room 'Kasey' was spelled out in sparkly words on the door. I walked in and everything was pink and blue. I looked on the bed, well I think it was a bed because there were bags everywhere. The bags contained Shoes, jewelry, and clothes. I was in the middle of looking in a bag when I heard...

"Damn" I looked and seen Chris leaning on the door frame.

"Did you do this" I asked

"Me? No, hell no. I had my friends do it"

" can you tell them I said thank you"

"You can do it yourself. Their downstairs" I walked with him downstairs. When we got in the living room I seen a whole lot of people. When they seen me they started walking towards me. All I remember is my body hitting the ground and me blacking out.

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