Chapter Four

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The foster care system sucks, let me just say it outright. The person taking care of us, Rob, is old, abusive, an addict, and an alcoholic. He locks us in the room we share and only lets us out for meals. Sometimes he even forgets about meal times. He also lets us out when the house needs serious cleaning and uses us as if we were his cleaners, just with no pay.

Several kids have come and gone, all leaving for different homes or, if they're lucky, getting adopted. I'm hoping to just grow out of foster care and then I could buy a place of my own.

I've only been here for a month and it's horrible.

Rob picks on all the kids, no matter their age. There are some that are 3 and then there's me. I'm the oldest, and I see that as a responsibility on my part to protect them. That and being Spider-Man.

He, as in Rob, likes to pick on me the most though. He found out about my transgender-ness and surprise surprise! He's transphobic. He sometimes takes me out of the room to "help around the kitchen like the good girl you are."

His words hurt, but I could handle it. What I couldn't take was when he would hit the younger kids. When he was drunk, he would come in and smack them all around. He's been horrible to us.

I just want out. Why can't I go back to when May was alive, when I could be Spiderman, when Mr. Stark would probably still like me.

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