Hey it's me again. Here's a new story. Remember I don't own anything.
Dakota sighed as she looked out the car window seeing houses pass by. She was heading to her 6th foster home and maybe her last.
Dakota was from South Carolina and had been a bright student who was also very athletic. She was living a great life until the tragic death of her parents. When she was ten, her parents were on their way to her softball game, when a drunk driver crashed into their car, killing them instantly.
Dakota was then put into the foster system. Now with nothing to do she put all her time in school. With being as smart as she was plus with all the time she spent working, she finished college at 14. She decided that she wanted to be a C.S.I so she took classes and finished top of her class.
Now at 15, she was offered the one thing she would never expect; a job. On top of that, she was offered a job for the Las Vegas Crime Lab; one of the best crime labs in the country. What else could she do but take the job. She was even lucky enough to find a foster home.
She then arrived at her new house in Vegas. Dakota got out of the car with her stuff in hand which was wasn't a lot and walked up to the front door. She slowly rang the bell waiting to see her future parents. As the door opened, she was greeted by a man and woman. They looked to be in their mid-thirties and looked like a normal family.
"Hi, you must be Dakota," the wife said.
"Yes ma'am." She said politely. The couple could hint a southern accent in her voice.
"Well my name is Alice Smith and this is my husband Matt. We are very glad to have you here. Come on in." Dakota walked into the house starting a new life.
"So I here that your starting a new job."
So what do you think? Love you all.
Dakota