**STORY INSPIRED BY ARIANNA KINGSTON**
Sadie was an average person in 9th grade, but her life was full of mysteries and lies. Until one day, Sadie's parents were heading to the airport to go visit their grandparents, but get into a car crash. Sadie...
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I tremble as me and Sadie are walking into the foster care. "Please, enjoy your time here." The officer smiles. I want to hug him, but he already leaves. I run towards the door, knocking on the door. A girl that's probably 11, opens the door. "Who the hell are you?" She asks in a rude tone.
"Our dad died, someone sent us here." Sadie explains. The girl makes a disgusted face. "Your too old to be a foster," she laughs. "She's 14." I growl. "Just come in," she rolls her eyes and runs back towards a pretty girl in a pink dress. An Indian woman comes up to us.
"Oh hello!" She says in a beautiful Indian accent, "welcome to our foster care. Please sit here." She leads us toward 2 chairs that are in a nicely organized office. "Are you guys sisters?" We nod, she asks us more questions until we were free to go. She sent us to a room with a bunk bed, it was a nice room.
We unload our bags and Sadie climbs to the top bunk and jumps into bed, "I'm tired." I crawl to the bottom bunk. "Me too, let's nap," I say. I just hope nobody would bully us, especially that girl. Before I could go to sleep, I wanted to tell Ms. Joan about the girl who was rude to us.
