-Sebby
POV- (Diary entry)
Ever since I've been put out of millions of foster homes my life has been living hell. I was always always either stuck taking care of kids or going days without eating. I don't live in foster homes for long. Once they find out they won't get much money for taking care of me. Today I was traveling from Florida to California to live with foster parents.
When I first heard about traveling so far I was hesitant because I don't know anyone in California and what if something happens? I'm not used to just moving state to state. I was gonna have high hopes because I didn't want to end up hurt if something were to happen. I miss my mom. I miss when she was an actual mom ever since she met her crack addict boyfriend, she followed his path and quit taking care of me and my siblings. Now we're in foster care all split.
-end of journal entry-
As I finished writing, I looked up and saw that were reached my new foster home. It was a two story house painted red and black, a huge front yard with flowers, and a white Pickett fence. The lady gets out of the car to greet the lady and man standing in the door way.
After a while, The social worker waved for me to come out of the car. She hands the man and woman papers and comes to the car to help me get my things. "Are you ready to go?" Asks the social worker. "No really I am afraid."
"Don't think about it too much, they seem like really good people they have a clean background check. If I didn't think they were good people you wouldn't be here Sebby." She right I wouldn't do that either. As I'm walking up to the door I feel my chest pounding out of chest, missing beats afraid of what's going to happen.
