“Axis’s, wake up”! Yelled Mrs. Simons. I sleepily replied “yeah, be down in a minute.” I got dressed and went down stairs and sat down at the table, but I wasn’t really ready for the day. You probably want to know a little about me since I’m telling my story. I have milk chocolate skin, I’m 5’’7’. I have midnight black hair warm brown eyes. I have a birthmark of a goat on my left arm, and you can’t forget my winning smile My foster mother was making me the same plain breakfast. My foster father was at work already. She stood over the oven, her white skin beaded with sweat. Her blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail that fell over her apron. She was very short, but had two feet wroth of attitude. I didn’t know my real parents, I was told they were dead. They tried to hide that I adopted. But it wasn’t that hard to tell, because I’m black.All Rights Reserved
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