Long live the queen

I’ve been in a foster home, for years. When I was in fourth grade my parents got into a car crash on their way to pick me up from school. I can still remember it like it was yesterday. It happened at an intersection; He wasn’t paying attention and ran a red light. I can help but believe that it was entirely my fault. The school got a call and they didn’t even tell me what happened. They just said that somebody was going to pick me up and take me to a home where I won’t be alone. I was too young to understand what they meant, but now I understand. A car picked me up in the car was a strange lady. She took me to a big house. There were seven other girls. All of us were around the same age. They never liked me, but then again nobody really did.

My name is Chloe McQueen and this is my story.