Chapter 3

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Foster Mother's POV

I walk through my front door at 11:30 pm and yell for my stupid brat to come make dinner, when she doesn't come down, I go up to her room and see that she is gone! Where the hell did she go? I am beyond furious so I stomp back downstairs and see a note taped to the refrigerator, it reads.

Dear Foster mother,

I simply can't take your constant beating me and yelling at me 24/7. I'm sick and tired of being treated like gum on your shoe, I have ran away and by the time that you read this I will already be far from here. don't look for me or bother calling the police because you will never find me.

-"your brat" Hannah

Did I really just read what I think I read? that idiot ran away! I rush to the phone and call the police and act as if I am deeply hurt that she is gone and I even manage to force some fake sobs.

I tell them that I told her I loved her this morning and left for work, I also say that she is treated like a queen and I think someone kidnapped her.

I will find her and I will hurt her for what she has done...

Ok so I received the best news of my life on 9/30/14 I got a horse! I may have put this in my last update but Idec because I am just so excited! I will be a t a horse show all day tomorrow so wish me luck😊 keep reading, vote, and comment!😘

~Hannah

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 04, 2014 ⏰

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