Seven Seconds Left

Seven Seconds Left

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Oh no, he's coming. I need to hurry up before he catches me. I didn't eat a single thing yesterday so I really need to search fast. I rummage through the scraps with intense need to discover a snack for my foster brother and I. I hear roaring foot steps approaching my direction. I snatch up a half eaten sandwich, from about a day ago, and plant it into my pocket. I knot up the ends of the trash bag and hastily get to my feet to head out. I'm too late. He catches me, red handed. He forces his hand into my pocket and pulls out my breakfast. He gazes at the sandwich and smirks........ SMACK!!
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I'm tired of running. I just wanna spend my life with someone I love and someone that loves me the same. I've been in foster care for a while now, always escaping but this couple comes out of the blue without even meeting me and takes me in. This man doesn't even look old enough to adopt me. There's something about him that just makes me wanna stay but life has other plans for me. The man I've been running from my entire life has found me.. I hope they can find me in time.

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