Friday and Saturday I packed up my room to be sent back to a home that didn't love me enough to keep me. I beg my foster mom over and over to just let me stay because the seven years I was with my biological family I wasn't treated right and I was just looked over by CPS it was honestly like they wanted me to fail in life. As an African American life is already hard for us just because the color of our skin no matter what we do we're wrong. So why make my perfect life here go to shit by sending me back to people who don't love me. Sunday morning my foster mom and dad took me out one last time to get ice cream and see a movie they got me a iPhone just to keep in contact with me said I could come over whenever. The day started to come to an end and it was time to go back to a home that I didn't even know. We pulled up to a little house at the end of the block in a really bad neighborhood. The window was boarded up and several other house had trash bag cut out windows how exactly am I supposed to live.
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Dear Jazmyne,
RandomAll Jazymyne wants in life is a happy ending. This is a short story for one person you read it fine🤷🏽♀️ but this has no meaning it's just something someone asked for yes the chapters are short it's a SHORT STORY. Do not message me asking the mean...
