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Sneaking out the foster home, Miami made sure Brendon was all good. She sent a quick text to her close friend mahogany who had came to help them escape as She waited for the signal before starting up the car.

"Is that everything?" Mahogany asked. Miami simply nodded, before fastening his and her seat belt awaiting their next move. Today was her birthday and she was finally legal. At 12:00am on the dot her and Brendon burnt rubber to start their new lives in LA, along with her best friend since child birth accompanying them.

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The drive there had took them at least 14 to 15 hours from New York all the way to LA in the car, and a little bit more longer then expected when they had to stop to get Brendon some snacks since he had gotten cranky, and tried to eat his own finger nails.

Poor baby.
Mahogany thought, as she looked at him smiling through the rearview mirror. He was such a happy little boy. Doctors say he might grow out of his autism and that he was simply at a harmless stage, which was good. But all because of the mistake of a unfit mother it caused her, her childs future. The sad part of it all was that the ungrateful bitch didn't even give a fuck. She put Brendon in the system simply for a check, and no one wanted him because of his sickness. And if they did, we all new what the reason was.
Money.

Miami had been taking care of Brendon since he was first born. After the quick "He's in good hands," facade the care takers played, they went back to not giving a fuck if the children there lived or not. The foster care takers where only in it for the money and probably didn't even notice the disappearance of the two. That's how fucked up they where, but just incase when they made it home, Miami went and legally changed Brendon's name to Malachi.
It was the dream name she had thought to name her son when she was just a little naive girl. It was the same name the once 7 year old her had shared and expressed her deep love for with her deceased father Marlen B Paterson.
It has been a good 4 years since he left the earth; Miami's freshman year in high school, And 3 and a half since she's been in the system; in which she is now a graduate from highscool. Her mother couldn't take the loss of her husband, and now she is currently in a asylum ways across the world. She went off the deep in during Miami's sophomore year were as Mrs. Paterson had tried to commit suicide.
The slight pain from loosing both parents caused Miami to go into a deep depression and in result she went mute. Her current doctor at the time, had prescribes some special capsals for her diagnoses and on and off panick attacks, but the care takers always forgot to re-up on her medicine or simply just didn't care to do so. So taking matters into her own hands, Miami went ahead and had her close friend from school, mahogany's, mom to do what they failed to. Still today she takes her medicine faithfully and has made somewhat progress in only talking to her close friend, and 3 year old son.
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aybe when they start over she'll be more open minded about fighting off the numb and cold feeling in her chest, and the dead look in her light brown eyes. Or maybe the help of that somebody will do the trick. Only time, effort and patience would tell. Until then Miami Giselle paterson was....

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