Full Summary:
After being bounced from one family to the next, Cassandra lands with the Adams-Foster clan. How do they all react? How does she get along with the other kids? And what happens when she meets up with some friends at the beach one day? Will a freak attack leaver her scarred for the rest of her life? And what about her friends?
Cassandra Jones:
I had always known that there was something different about me. Nobody ever kept me for very long. They always gave me back. I figured that there was something wrong with me but nobody ever wanted to tell me the truth. They just gave up on me. When I was old enough to understand, I realized why nobody wanted to keep me. Because it had nothing to do with me at all. It had to do with who my father was. Once people learned I was related to a serial killer, they gave up on me.
When I was fourteen, I learned what my father had done. It turns out that when my father was arrested, I was found in a locked room with a chain around one of my ankles. He had killed twenty-seven women, including my mother. Had my father not been arrested when he had, I would have been his last victim. He had been planning on killing me and then himself so that he wouldn't spend his life in jail. He wanted to take the easy way out and not pay for his crimes.
By this time, I was in a Group Home. My social worker had stopped trying to place me after the last couple gave me back within the first month. The other girls I was staying with learned about my past and believed I was a troubled kid. So, when they found out that I was actually really shy and timid, they tried to get me to come out of my shell. They took me to the local pool, had contests, helped me with school, took me to the movies and even to the beach sometimes. We became friends, best friends. So it was a surprise when my social worker stopped by and said she was being removed from my case, that I would be getting a new case worker.
Bill showed up the next day to tell me he had found me a home with a nice family. They had recently moved to an updated, bigger house and were willing to take me on. Bill told me that the parents knew who I was related to and would tell the kids. I felt like I was about to walk into a trap. Nobody ever wanted me after they found out my story. I didn't feel like I could trust these people. I had always kept who I was from everyone so they couldn't judge me. As I packed, I told my friend that I would stay in touch with them and that I would see them every weekend that I was able to.
Before we left, I hugged my friend's goodbye, gave each a small paper that had my email address of it and told them I'd see them soon. I got into the passenger seat and waited for Bill who was on his phone. Everything I owned and earned was in my backpack and the small duffel bag I had. We left shortly after Bill got off the phone. When we arrived at our destination, I just sat in the car and looked at the house. This was to be my new home until these people got tired of me as well.
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