My names Tori. Tori Myer. I'm 17 years old. I have been in this foster home for like 5 years. In and out. No one wanted someone who was going no where. No one wanted an emo as their new daughter. The girls here weren't all bad. Some of them bullied me. A lot. Not just verbally either. I hadn't escaped getting bruises at the place I have to sleep at. It hurt like hell. I wasn't supposed to have a phone but there was no way I would had made it all these years without it. All the girls had their phones hidden. Even the ones who didn't sneak out at night or skip classes. They care takers weren't too bad beside being strict and protective when we are outside of the house. Other than that they were very nice. We didn't have bad dinners at all. The care takers have found one girls phone and they snatched it. All of is, beside the bullies, pitched in for her a new phone. I was sitting on my phone when someone rushed in the room I threw my phone under my pillow.
"TORI YOURE GETTING ADOPTED!"
(I know this one isn't long the next one will be tho)
