Ally's P.o.v

I'm Ally Dawson and I'm 16 and I was an only child when I lived with my parents in Orlando (Just thought of a random state). So now that I'm here you want to know about my life and how I ended up in foster care. Well its kind of a long story but I got time so it all started when I was 8

Flashback:

My family and me had just got back from the store. You see every Saturday me and my parents go to the stores and shop, Get groceries, and just spend time together but something about today was weird like my parents didn't hold hands like they used to or smile at each other like they always did. So when we got back after an akward car ride home my mother finally chose to talk to me. "Honey may me and your father have a word with u in the living room please" she said so sweetly I knew something was up. "um...yeah" is all I could say. "This isn't easy for me to say to you but me and your mother are getting a divorce" My dad told me showing no sadness that him and my mother would no longer be together. I was trying so hard to blink away the tears but it was to much so I ran upstairs into my room and cried myself to sleep. The next morning my mom was gone, all her things had been cleaned. I knew life wouldn't be the same without her but I had to push threw it for my dad, I had to become a grown up.

End of flashback

So that's how I lost my mom it turns out she wanted to divorce because she was diagnosed with lung cancer and passed away a year later. I was crushed when I found out. My mom gave me two things to remember her the one was a little brown leather book with an A on the front, and a heart latchet necklace that when I open it there's a picture of my mom and one of my dad. There with me where ever I go. When my parents got a divorce and my mom left I went into depression and started cutting myself. People asked me "why do you have scars" or "why did you cut yourself". The same answer for all of them were "that's my story not yours" after I said that they never asked again. So your probably wondering why I don't live with my dad well here's the reason. This was when I was about 10.

Flashback:

Well now my dad is dating again and her name is Cindy. She's nice and all but is to perky I mean she always has to make sure everything is perfect for my dad. I wish she would know that his life isn't going to be perfect without my mom in it with him. I was walking home from school and I had saw a black car parked in my driveway. So I ran to the house and check who is was when I got inside a lady was sitting there one that I have never saw in my life. "Dad I'm home" The lady then looked up at me and smiled soon after that my dad and Cindy came walking in from upstairs with a few bags. This is what made me think even more. "Oh hi sweetie. We need to have a word with you" so I did as I was told and sat down on the couch. My dad came and sat next to me and Cindy sat next to the lady. When my father had talked to me I could tell he had been drinking. You see when my mom passed away my dad started drinking and going crazy that is until Cindy came along now he only drinks once in a while. " Ally this isn't the easiest thing to say but-" I cut her off because that's what my dad said when he told me about the divorce. " Don't give me that crap just tell me what the fuck is going on". She gasped and looked at my dad but all he did was shake his head. " Ok then.. I'm not fit to take care of u anymore so we think its best if u go into foster care". I was so shocked at what my dad had just said but he wasn't done talking I guess. " Its just u know you shouldn't have to be here when i get too crazy and I know you don't like Cindy a lot so I think its best if u go find a family who can care for you". All I did was got up and walked to the front door and wait by the car for the lady to come out. Finally she did and we got into the care and drove away.

End of flashback

I haven't saw that house since. Since I was 10 fucking years old I've been in the foster system. After about 6 months of staying with the families that try and give it a try with me ask about my past and that sets me off so I blow and get sent back. I've been in 10 foster homes. I'm on my way to number 11 I doubt they will keep me long like the others. I hope they aren't but that is a big wish. Well were here, Here's the beginning of the rollercoaster.

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