ADOPTION
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Here's Roxie
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Chapter 1
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Roxie Underwood. A name in some school's that people feared. They didn't want to get on her bad side, who would? But then again, there was some people who when they heard that name started giggling and had many wonderful and eventful stories to tell you. Those are the people that were on her good side from the start, people who gave her a chance and didn't judge her.
Roxie was a foster child. Her parents had died when she was a baby. Car accident - hit by a minivan. Roxie had gone from public school to public for the past 10 grades of school. Usually averaged out to be two schools in one year, sometimes in different cities. But Roxie managed to stay in touch with a few of the people she really liked and cared about.
Roxie had attitude, yes she did. But what can you expect from someone who grew up having so many different parents that she couldn't even remember how many. No-one would adopt her, and they would often ship her off to someone else once she got in trouble at school. Roxie didn't like being forced to do anything. If she was going to do something, she'd do it because SHE wanted to, not for someone else. She dressed how she liked. She didn't reveal a whole lot of skin, she liked to leave a little bit to the imagination. But she did show a little skin. A little of her stomach, but she was sure no Britney Spears dresser. She prefered darker colors, not black or anything, but some deep purple and dark blues and reds. People say she could've been a younger sister to Faith off of Buffy, although, Roxie was no murderer.
She was getting tired of being shipped from one place to another, so when Roxie finally got the news that someone wanted to keep her, she was more then happy. She was over-bubbling with Joy and the fact that those certain people were complete strangers made her a little puzzled and possibly a tiny bit nervous - but still happy. She couldn't wait to meet the people...finally, a permanent school, permenent friends. A place to call home....
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Here's Roxie
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Chapter 1
*~*~*~*~*
Roxie Underwood. A name in some school's that people feared. They didn't want to get on her bad side, who would? But then again, there was some people who when they heard that name started giggling and had many wonderful and eventful stories to tell you. Those are the people that were on her good side from the start, people who gave her a chance and didn't judge her.
Roxie was a foster child. Her parents had died when she was a baby. Car accident - hit by a minivan. Roxie had gone from public school to public for the past 10 grades of school. Usually averaged out to be two schools in one year, sometimes in different cities. But Roxie managed to stay in touch with a few of the people she really liked and cared about.
Roxie had attitude, yes she did. But what can you expect from someone who grew up having so many different parents that she couldn't even remember how many. No-one would adopt her, and they would often ship her off to someone else once she got in trouble at school. Roxie didn't like being forced to do anything. If she was going to do something, she'd do it because SHE wanted to, not for someone else. She dressed how she liked. She didn't reveal a whole lot of skin, she liked to leave a little bit to the imagination. But she did show a little skin. A little of her stomach, but she was sure no Britney Spears dresser. She prefered darker colors, not black or anything, but some deep purple and dark blues and reds. People say she could've been a younger sister to Faith off of Buffy, although, Roxie was no murderer.
She was getting tired of being shipped from one place to another, so when Roxie finally got the news that someone wanted to keep her, she was more then happy. She was over-bubbling with Joy and the fact that those certain people were complete strangers made her a little puzzled and possibly a tiny bit nervous - but still happy. She couldn't wait to meet the people...finally, a permanent school, permenent friends. A place to call home....