when people look at me they see a brave, fearless, and young happy girl. yet deep down im a broken hearted unwanted and unloved little girl. i've been in foster homes since i was 3. my mom died though birth and my dad went to jail. i'm turning 16 today and i'm on my own but there is no difference from now and then. i looked in the mirror i saw the same plain kim as always. honey blonde hair that made it to my mid back. my bright chocolate brown eyes that looked liked milk chocolate. i'm only 5'0 very short if i do say so myself. i walked into my room i got my back pack that had clothes my notebooks and a picture of my mom. i put my money that i earned in my back pocket of my high waisted short. it was $250.76 i tucked my mickey mouse shirt in my short. i slipped on my white flats. i threw my hair up in a i was soon on my own i walked downstairs and i smiled at the door. as i walked out the foster house i said bye to the little girl i came to know. her name was jessica she was only 6. i walked down the street till i saw my cab. i got in and we drove away. "seaford high and aunt susan here i come" i whispered as i laid my back pack down and i slowly drifted to sleep.