Short Story: Foster Home

Abandoned

It was the middle of the night, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see the blinking numbers coming from her alarm clock. A nightmare woke her up, something from her past terrorizing her every time she went to sleep. She could scarcely remember her parents smiling faces from her childhood. She knew they were deceased, her family ripped from her grasp. It’s been almost ten years since their death, being that she was eight when they died. Since then, she’d been raised in several foster homes and never granted an authentic place she could call home. For people wanted younger kids to adopt and no one wanted to take in a disturbed child.
Right now, she lay on her bed in the attic of her sixth foster home. She shivered and noticed her window was open when a gust of cold wind blew into her room. Pulling the blankets off the top of her body and getting up from her bed, she made her way towards the window. When reaching the window sill, she noticed that everything outside was covered in a blanket of white and flurries were falling from …show more content…
Then, chucked her backpack over her shoulder and was out the door ready in time for the bus. Skylar didn’t bother saying goodbye to her foster mom, after all she didn’t think Carrie truly cared at all. Scuffing her shoes against the sidewalk that was damp from the snow earlier that morning, she hurriedly rushed to the bus stop. The bus stop consisted of the same five kids everyday, usually, but today there were six. They all stood sulking and tired because it was in fact, Monday. The students waiting consisted of two young kids, a middle schooler, two students in the same grade as Skylar, and a boy she’d never seen before. In fact, he was staring directly at her, making her notice the way is hair and eyes reflected hers. She looked away and rushed up to stand beside them, most of them turned to look at her then went back to doing