Creative Writing: Foster Home

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A shiver runs down my back as the person I love is now front infront of me. All I can see is the most beautiful face I see as I lean in as I give them the first and last kiss in this chapter in our lives. To get to this point I guess we will have to back up. It all started with my parents having to give me up at the younge age of ten years. I won’t go into too much detail, but they weren’t able to take care of me properly so the government took me. So I was put into a foster home, though was more like an adoption because the women didn’t foster any other children. As the years went on I started to get a better understanding of what type of person she was. Let me just say this once, she is very close minded to the new generation and their ways. …show more content…

It doesn’t look like nothing.” “Yeah I’m sure.” They kneeled down to my hight and with a soft touch I’ve never known touched my shoulder and said soothingly, “Hey, if there is something bothering you… you can always tell me. I promise not to tell anyone.” I stayed quite unsure of how to respond. “In fact I’ll let you into a little secret, I’m a non-binary pansexual with the pronouns obviously of they, them, and theirs.” Startled by them saying that I jumped out of my seat, making it hit the ground with a loud thud. I looked over at them tilting my head.”Yeah it’s true, believe it or not.” I motioned them to come closer, “It’s only fair now if I tell you one of mine. I’m an asexual. With pronouns of she, her, and hers.” I blushed a I looked down. This would be the first time I told anyone of my true sexuality. It had been a whole year, twelve months, of us being friends and becoming closer. By now my foster mother has got a bit suspectish of me and my only friend getting too close. If I’m being completely honest I wouldn’t mind. If only I could cut my hair short and tell her about my true feeling and my foster mother about my sexuality, but sadly I can’t do that other ways I might just get kicked out. I just have to wait one more year until I’m eighteen then I can life on my

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