Growing up

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I was growing up normally always getting reminded of the day of ny birth,I was an only child of a foster mom named Shelly ,she was really nice and never was mean to me,she'd make me breakfast to me,then awake me before my food got,cold but today she did nor make me breakfast or wake me up.As i got out of bed i looked at the clock it was blinking red and read " 8:38 UGGGGGGGG MOOOOM!?!?!"i think i yelled loud enough for her to hear "Yes Sweetie" She walked in my room then "Shit...sorry i forgot Margret..breakfast is ready its in the kitchen"she said then walked out of my room.I looked out the window to see a moving truck to the house nwxt door,i saw some of boys jump out of the truck....i counted.1.2.3.4 and a dog then a man walked out he was sorta pale and verry tall,to me he looked like the man at the hospital when i was born..The boys looked about near my age mabye 16 or 17 it was hard to tell.All of the boys including the supposed of the father walked over to my house,i ran quickly down the stairs and,to the door but hiding so it does not seem to,be stalkish.

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