"that boy has got to go. all he does is make trouble." The voice of my newest foster fades as he passes my door. It's been 9 years since the crash, and I've been through more than my share of fosters. This lady lasted longer than most. She even tried to get me to call her mom, But even she doesn't want me anymore. "What a bitch." I look around my room. The only things that actually belong to me is in my old backpack; some books a couple hoodies and that license plate. I realized a couple years ago that I could run the plate and find out who was driving the truck but the police found his car and home abandoned. Left without a trace.
I pack back up my belongings and prepare to get moved again. Just a while longer. Soon I won't have to deal with the foster homes any more. Next month I turn 18. I hear my foster coming up the stairs. "Knock knock. Damion can we talk?" Here we go. I think it's kinda sick how people try to be polite when they tell you they don't want you. "Ya we can talk." She walks into my room looking sheepish. "How's your day going?" She notices my book. "Find anything interesting to read?" I can't stand the small talk. "What do you need." I snap at her, just ready to get this over with. "Honey I don't think your happy here so your caseworker is moving you to another home." "Kay. I'll wait for him on the porch." She looks relieved that I took it well. She nods at me and trys to give me a hug. I duck under her arm and head for the porch.
In a place with so many, I'm always alone.
Damion's mom died when he was 9 and he has been on his own sense.
Can the love of his angel save him, when he doesn't even know it's there.
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