Life Of A Foster Child

Part One

         My name’s Claire Lintley, I’m 17. I lost my parents when I was 3 years old. They died in a car accident on the way to pick me up from day care. I am now a foster child or teen, whatever you want to call it. It was cold like in December as I walked on an abandoned street. I always come here to breath in fresh air & think about my life. I’m still waiting for a family to somehow visit the foster home & take me away from this awful despair. Foster home is hell to me. I’m practically everybody’s pet. There’s a girl called Rachel. She treats every one as her slaves.  I swear she’s like the ugly type of Regina George. Let me explain, Rachel has blond hair and green eyes , she’s crazy skinny, she tells everyone she’s going to be an Abercrombie model but I doubt it. She walks like she’s on a runway every second & her boobs are average. I looked at the time and it’s almost noon, I got to head back to foster home. As I walk back, I felt people looking at me and girls judging. Just stares, I hate stares. Do you just have the felling where you felt people judging & but can’t do anything to change your looks, body, smile etc. That feeling sucks. As I reached Foster Care aka Foster Home aka Hell. It was just in time for dinner, I walked to the kitchen quietly and hoping no one notices but Rachel saw me and says

‘Aw Elizabeth, Why are you late for dinner? Are you going to stuff your mouth then choke yourself by putting your finger down your throat again? ‘Rachel said. I kept quiet and control my hatred to her. I just hope karma gets her back. I ignored her & ate my lunch.

         What Rachel said was true but it only happened once, I was strolling around the city & I was bullied by girls saying I was fat & ugly & I was overweight. It takes everything in me to ignore and forget what those girls were saying. I head to foster home straight away. As I arrived it was lunch time. I was still trying to ignore those words those girl’s told me , after I ate lunch. I kept over thinking and the words ‘fat, ugly, not worth it, whore, slut ’ kept repeating in my mind and I can’t take it so I went to the toilet and made myself vomit all those food out of me. I had forgotten to lock the door, so Rachel went in and saw me. The story went viral around foster home in split seconds. But I promise myself not to let anyone tear me down like that. But, I let myself over think and letting myself break down in pieces. I wish I was wrong but no. I let people control me and I will be the one regretting that I didn’t do anything to tell them, that they’re not in control of me. I just wish that somebody just somebody remembers me while I’m helping them for the little things in their lives .

          The world sometimes can be beautiful on the outside, like deep blue sea’s, beautiful scenery’s etc. But, once you look closely and start to ask questions about it, you get the most horrific and scary answer anyone can ever hear. People killing one another, soldiers dying every day, innocent lives dying for the cause of starvation. And the society are doing nothing to change it. They just care about themselves. That’s what pissing me off right now. And when the news came out on front page of the newspaper saying ‘24000 People Dies Of Hunger’ the society judges and blames other people of not doing anything. But, anyways I just want to world to be a peaceful world, you know. People helping one another. But, we all know that’s not going to happen. After lunch, I went up to my dorm. I’m just happy that my dorm isn’t with Rachel.  The kids in my dorm doesn’t talk to me or isn’t allowed to talk to me cause they know if they did talk to me, they’ll be screwed cause Rachel will eventually find out and well,  they will be like me, alone and has no friends. Did I mention, that Rachel has a boyfriend, his name is Roy Maxwell, he has brown hair, thick eyebrows, sharp nose and light blue eyes and his smile can melt a girl’s heart. His eye’s shine like it’s staring at your soul. Roy, is new here. He came 2 months ago. I kind of pity him though. As I was walking up the stairs to the dorm, I heard Rachel and Roy fighting and Alex defending Rachel. Alex is Rachel’s ex- boyfriend. Alex, has short blond hair and sharp brown eyes, quite buff. I can’t even count how many ex-es she has, she probably dated all of the boys from foster home. So, while Alex was defending, Roy clenched his fist and swinged his fist to Alex, and Alex threw a fist to Roy, it goes all vice-versa.

          It was loud, so obviously the head of the foster home came and stopped them. Boys started pulling them apart from fighting . And their faces were covered with bruises and blood everywhere. Roy had a broken nose and several bruises on his face while Alex had a broken rib and a broken nose and some bruises. After the fight, Rachel ran too Alex and hugged him and checked him and this is the dumb part, she asked if his okay. Like omg, I can’t even. Of course not! His bleeding! Dumb asshole. I am so done with this blond. Roy walk towards us and I looked at him and he looked at me. He looked down and quickly get himself together and went to his dorm. And I look at Rachel and Alex and they’re kissing after a fight, couple these days are so stupid they need a slap with a cactus. I turned around and Roy is gone. I wanted to check on him but I was too scared and shy to do that. Thinking about it, he’ll never talk to me anyways. So, I head back to my dorm and took a rest.