You knows what's the worst about moving from foster home to foster home, Is when the foster parents take you in, pretend they care about so they can get the money it come with to "take care of me''.
Every foster home I've been in never cared about me, they cared about the money and they abused me. I just got kicked out of my old foster home, and I'm getting transferred to a new one. This would be my 10th foster home.
They said this time I would have two foster moms, which was different from my last 9 foster parents but, it's nothing I can't handle.
My social worker is driving to my new home right now. I always hope that my new family would be different but, I always get disappointed.
"This family is going to be great for you." Sarah, my social worker says. I rolled my eyes at her. Every foster home is shit.
"Yeah, whatever." I said, you could really hear the bitch in my house. She parks the car in front of the house and looks at me.
"Seriously, they are different." She says. I turn my head and look at the house. It's big and it's gives off a comfy feel.
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"I'll be the judge of that." I get out of the car. I grabbed my bags from the trunk, and me and Sarah walk up to the front door.
Sarah Knocks on the door and we waited for someone to answer. It felt like forever. Then someone opened the door, it was a women with tan skin long curly brown hair, and tall height, she was beautiful.
"Hi, I'm Lena you must be y/n." She said, smiling at me, and I returned a small one back.
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"Yes, She is." Sarah says stepping in. Lena opens the door even more and let us in.
The inside was unique than the other homes I lived in.
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