Foster

Part 1 Our Backstory

Hello.. I am Eva and I have a little brother named Kyle. We are foster children! And our backstory is a little harsh.. let me tell you about it!
It all began on December 20th me and my little brother were just young at the time.. we were little itty bitty babies I was 3 my brother was 1. Our parents got into the biggest fight of their lives!  Well that all went wrong from there..... our mom left our father and decided to find a foster home for us. The ladies there told us it was because she couldn't afford to take care of us. I know that's a lie but anyways, when our mom found Blossom Tree Foster Care everything changed for the worse, she decided to drop us off there. Everybody always thinks because of how the people act and how the whole place is everything is nice there. She. Was. WRONG. That place is wretched. Let's skip time to when I was ten. It was me: Eva my little brother: Kyle and a few other kids here.. today was November 31st and everybody was really hyped about December. "Oh boy I cant wait for December!" Delilah said everybody was hyped even my little brother... I was the only person that wasn't I was never happy about December. It always reminded me of what happened in the past.
Resuming our story..
"Oh boy Christmas will be so fun this year!!" Kyle said I looked at him "I'm sure it will be.." He smiled when December came.. everybody was nice.. even the workers 31 days of finally being able to just chill for a bit.. "Hey Eva!!" Delilah said she was just 9 at the time. "Aren't you exited for December?" I looked at her trying to act positive "I sure am" I plastered a fake twisted smile on my face. She was one of my only friends. Any time us fosters went outside the three boys Jackson, Cameron, Alexander would through snowballs at us when it was winter. When it wasn't winter they would jus do some rude things. Three girls went to their beds. Daisy, Diana, and Kaitlyn but especially not me, Delilah, and Zoey. Went to one bed to do whatever gossip crap they do. Zoey is bullied for being well... African American.. Delilah is bullies for always being "weird" or "creepy" I never thought of her that way.. and nobody liked my little brother for I don't know what reason! I could hear them whispering "Oh my god! Delilah is so weird!" I was starting to get angered and looked at Delilah as she sat quiet and sad on her bed. "GET DOWN HERE!" Mrs. Darla said. I jumped, everybody ran down the stairs and lined up facing Mrs. Darla. She looked mad. You know what to do!! This place is a mess!!!" "Yes ma'am" we all said. Every three days we would come downstairs and clean the whole foster care center. I looked at my brother "I wish we would just get a foster family.. maybe they would adopt us" I whispered. He looked up at me "We will right sis!" "GET TO WORK NOW!" Mrs. Darla said everybody scattered getting to work "yes we will I promise!" I grabbed the windex and the towel and my brother grabbed a broom. I sat on the cushions slowly wiping down the bay window. I saw one of the boys out there it was Alex. He gave me a look. I saw him yell some Th in got wa sprobably "Hey guys come here" Becuase I saw his friend come running. They gathered up snowballs and started throwing them at the windows they laughed. I frowned. Why can't they just leave us alone.. just Becuase they have families doesn't mean they're better than us.. if only they knew what it was like in here I thought to myself. I finished wiping down the windows and I left for a new window. "Shh! Shh! Here she comes!" I heated one of the gossip people say. They giggles as I walked by "Hey Eva!" They said with snarky voices giving me a stupid look. They snickered. I gave them a look. I was getting sick and tired of them "Why don't you work instead of looking stupid!?" My words blurted our like a cannon with cannon balls. I covered my mouth. "Haha. You think that your better than us and that you can just say whatever you want?!" I shook my head violently backing up. "Heh. That's your warning punk. Don't test us again." Daisy was 11, Diana was 10, Kaitlyn was 12. They all thought they were better because they were older than us all. They weren't. But this is just the beginning.....