vassiah pov: i was just sitting there starring at the ceiling thinking to myself why it gotta be me,why do i have to be the one stuck in this bitch ass place,and most importantly why would my mother bring me in this world if she was not going to care for me and love me like a real mother is supposed too
people never really understood why i am the way i am but i mean i am sitting here in a foster home while my mom is out there doing who knows what,i never knew how to love or be happy so that is why im always angry and have so much hate against the world
i am 16 years old about too turn 17 and i been in the system for six years now.i used to have hope that someone would come adopt me but it never happens it's other girls in the foster home with me and they hate my soul for what reason i don't know they are always mean mugging me and always throwing slick shots buts it cool as long as those bitches don't touch me
i was quickly snapped out of my thoughts by bickering and yelling coming from the other girls this was a daily thing for them.the door opened and this bitch walked in are so called "foster mom" came in and said "we have a buyer tomorrow morning so make sure y'all stink asses be up and ready and look presentable" and with that she slammed the door.all the girls started jumping up with excitement hoping they would get chosen but me on the other really didn't bother to try i stoped trying years ago because now i was most certain that i wasn't going to get picked.
with that sleep slowly took over me😴
i know y'all still probably wondering how vassiah look so here's a picture...
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