It didnt take long for the social workers to help me get packed up. I tried to tell Deryll that there was barely anything but he insisted I needed help.
An hour later, all my stuff was packed up. Deryll told me to go wash up and get changed. And that when I was ready, they'd drive me to my new home.
I questioned how a home was already ready and set up for me to live there. he replied, by informig me that I've been under surveillance for the past month. The social workers that would help me pack today, watched me and observed my living conditions. They decided that they could just swoop in and 'save me'. im perfectly fine. I dont want to leave. my school, my friends. But i got to be happy and act cheerful. I'm done being sad.
After I took my shower, I brushed my hair and put on some mascara. I pulled on some white ripped skinny jeans and a navy blue long sleeve shirt. I examined myself in the mirror. My hair was really knotted. I needed to brush it more. I inherited many good things from my mother. My crystal blue eyes, my strawberry-blonde wavy hair, my nose and my petite frame. If I wasn't so messed up emotionally I'd probably be popular. HAH! Who am I kidding? I never want to be popular!
Thirty minutes later I was ready to go.
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Left Behind
RomanceWhen Isabelle's mom abandons her. She has no choice but to go to a foster home. Ironically, shes placed in with a wealthy family. She swears that she wont make any ties with anyone seeing as they never last. But when she meets her new foster brother...
