My name is Rosalinda emerald I’m a 14 year old teenager and I’m different well that’s what everybody says while there tripping, pushing, and beating on me but isn’t being different a good think. My parents died when I was three so I had been put into foster care but later on a new family took me in to care for me when I was five. However, they brought me back after a week and a half because they were having trouble with their bills and work. Now I'm still in foster care at the age of 14 years old and I'm stuck here with a bunch of little kids except for Lilian.
"Rosalinda it’s time to get ready. The families will be here soon." Margaret’s sweet voice said. “I’ll be down in a minute I have to finish up.” I said while rushing to the bathroom to clean my face and make sure I look okay. “Okay honey but you need to hurry before everyone comes in." she said then I heard her feet patter against the floor in the opposite direction of my shared room. I think Margaret is the nicest person I’ve ever meet, but anyways I don't know why I have to do this nobody is going to want a 14 year old; they’re going to want someone little to play with, someone to cuddle, and someone beautiful. I wiped the single tear from my face and finished up in the bathroom.
When I was done I had a pair of black ripped skinny jeans with thin purple leggings under them, then a black shirt that said if you love me you got me, I slipped on my white high tops and left my brunette hair down which ends in the middle of my back. I walked out of my room and went down stairs. I walked into the room, everyone rushing around to make them self-look perfect so they can find a home. To me I truly think that nobody cares about what happens to me, if I fell of the face of the earth, no one would give a damn. I sat at my usual seat, by the window. The doors screeched open and all the soon to be parents walked in a found them a child, like usual I’m alone just staring out the window while everyone gets attention or they just sit there whispering and peaking at me about how much of a troublemaker I must me. I sat down on the window opening and leaned my head against the glass of the window as I hear all the adults coming in to look at the kids.
I just sat there for about 5 minutes until it felt like someone was watching me from behind, turning to look I see a young adult maybe late teens standing at the doorway looking at me. Just standing there looking at my face then my eyes then he looks at my body then my face again. Stupid freaking pervs I rolled my eyes and turned my head to look back out the window. I could almost feel him gazing at me. I got up and took off to my room, when I reached the room I changed (into a pink skirt with a black belt, with a black and white shirt that has a bunch of different little shapes on it that also zips in the front and ends above my bellybutton). I slipped on Margaret’s shoes that she lets me borrow there pink black and the shoelaces are white. I grabbed my snapback and my board and walked down stairs.
I approached Margaret and told her that I was going down the street to the ice cream parlor but why would I go to an ice cream parlor when I can go to the skate park where all my type of people are.
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THIS IS MY FIRST THING I’VE WRITTEN SO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LONGER, WELL AT LEAST I HOPE IT WILL ALSO HAVE MORE ACTION AND IT WONT BE LESS BORING.I CHANGED A COUPLE THINGS BUT NOT MUCH. I HAVE THIS THING ON MY LAPTOP THAT CHECKS MY SPELLING AND GRAMMER ITS SO COOL XP
WELL I GUESS THATS ALL…..LOVE K
