My name is Annabella and I'm 14. My parents were horrible and I finally escaped. Or I thought I did. I went from terrible foster homes to worse ones. I ran away every time they didn't kick me out. I ended up at a group home that I forgot the name of...
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(For sleeping mostly)
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Thursday:
Jensen woke me up at 10. I groggily opened my eyes.
"Wakey wakey eggs and bakey!" Jared said. I rolled off the bed and tried, but failed, to get my feet underneath me before I got the floor. Sadly, my body, wrapped up in a blanket, hit the floor hard. I groaned and stood up, throwing the blanket on the bed.
"Why are you both in my room?" I rubbed my eyes as I asked my question.
"Breakfast is ready. Why did you roll off the bed on purpose?" Jensen stifled his laughter when he was asking his question.
"Because I was too lazy to just sit up. And I'm weird. Death to normalcy!" I yelled. They laughed at my ridiculousness
"We have something to tell you." Jensen said. My mood dropped with my facial expression.
