The 13th

"Taken"

I groaned loudly as I sat in my thicc oak tree, my screaming foster siblings fighting below to try and reach the cat toy I was dangling above them.
"CMON YOU WIMPS!! REACH FOR IT!" I shout down at them, hoisting the toy higher. I was sadly interrupted though, as dearest darlingest "mom" yelled something about an agent at the house for me.
I jump down and toss the small gremlins the cat toy as I walk up to the house, grumpy to be visited by ANOTHER social security agent or whatever they are. But to my great surprise, he didn't look like a regular agent. He had this weird aura about him, like he was... regretting things. I shrugged the feeling off though as he kneeled before me, smiling softly.
"Hey there, you're (y/n) right?" You quirk an eyebrow at the obvious answer to the obvious question.
"Right. I keep forgetting you're 15 years old, I usually deal with younger kids, not..-"
"Not bratty teenagers?"
"Not what I was gonna say"
"Sure. AAANYWAYS. Whaat brings you here? I don't recognize your types of suits, and I thought they sent ladies here?" (These two agents aren't the same ones that picked up Amy btw)
At that point the agent ignored me and turned to "mom", explaining that I was to be sent to a different home. The only thing she really complained about was the lost money, and quickly sent me on my way. The car ride there was boring as hell, but at least he let me use my phone.
  Thank Christ I had charged it before I got to the place.
  It was like a whole fort. Guards and army dudes everywhere, walls high enough a whole ass kangaroo couldn't jump that shit. I sighed. This obviously was my new home..

(A/N: sorry this is HELLA short 😫😭 I'm working on the next part as u read this don't worry)