*Flashback*
"Mommy where are we going" I asked as a little four year old girl.
"Kenzie we are just going to get ice cream." My dad said as he turned back.
I screamed and everything else was a blur.
*End of Flashback*
Never did I know that this question would be the start of my life of foster homes.
In one out another. It wasn't that bad if you count out the physical, verbal, and sexual abuse. If I wasn't in a foster home I was in the same group home. I had one best friend there. Her name was Avery. We came from the same background so we instantly became friends. She has an older sister Lacey and she was bascially our mother figure.
"Kenzie come downstairs" Ms. Dunberry called. I knew she was going to tell me I had to go to another foster home.
Great.
"Where am I going to this time?" I asked sarcastically.
"Well your going a little bit further than most times." She said.
"How far?" I asked a little taken back.
"Ireland."
