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Part 2: 6 years later, some fine 6 years later, my brother, Kent, and I, Morgan, ended up in Mrs. Fluphets foster home in south Tx.
This is just a little preview of what I plan on continuing. It's a tough story for me to write and I'd like critical feedback on the story. Do you want to read more. Should I stop.
She couldn't take it anymore. The hurting and the pain. She'd found a way of escape. But it brought everything but gain. Her mother kissed her boyfriend. While her baby brother cried.
Peter was a young, shy boy, With brown locks of hair, Peter had tons of toys, But he said he couldn't care.
The sky was dark, the color of a bruise, and slush fell in icy sheets, pounding against the window in my closet.
There's a woman who gets on my bus in the morning with two kids in tow. It's a long journey and the children are loud, young, argumentative and boisterous.
As in my previous post I regretted asking my social worker to take me someplace else rather than my Nans, she took me to my aunts an even worse place to stay.