I'm a sad girl. I'm a bad girl.
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I got released from jail approximately six months ago, and I'm currently a happy bunny in this lovely home.
This home now being my 13th home.
I should consider calling it a hotel since I only stay at these so-called 'homes' for a short period of time, before I'm kicked straight back to foster care.
Luckily, I only have a few hours until I can finally leave to university.
My current foster family have actually given me the money to get an apartment. I will obviously have roommates, but that won't be a problem because they'll probably hit the highway once they hear about my background.
"Jordyn, I hope you've packed everything you need, we have to leave soon." Karen called from downstairs, causing me to roll my eyes.
"I don't give two shits!" I yelled back, resting my arms under my head.
Wow, no answ-
"Don't swear please, Jordyn!" She yelled back, probably stressing about something pretty useless downstairs.
And there it came.
Karen's my foster mother. She is currently married to Simon the Engineer. They suite each other quite well, not that I'd know much about relationships. She has a 4 year old son, whom is the only person I've actually loved in my life.
Now you're probably expecting a back story right? Well, I cannot provide you with it because I do not know where I've come from. The one thing I know about myself is I was put in foster care when I was merely 6 years old, I have blonde hair and strikingly blue eyes.
I've been in foster care on and off for about eleven years now.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, becoming inevitably bored of simply staring at the bland white ceiling. I tapped my foot against the floor absentmindedly, drumming my long, pale fingers against my thigh.
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And it is here, my story begins.