• Its 10:00. Thirty minutes ago I was woken up and told to get ready some people were coming. I sighed and got dressed after she left. They walked through the doors of my room, a mother, and father and about a six year old girl. I sat on my bed as they stared at me for what seemed like eternity before the man asked me a question “What’s your name?” slowly I raised my eyes to the level of his “Hazel” the mother arched her eyebrow ever so slightly “how old are you?” “Fourteen”. Then the young girl spoke up “Daddy I want this one!”, as if I were some puppy or doll. “Mollie, Hazel is not an ‘it’ she is a girl just like you” I push my hair behind me as “Mollie” walks up to me, she pokes me in the shoulder, I feel like telling her off. I’m not very sociable. The tenant walks in “times up, you thought of anything” “Yes” said the man “We’ll foster her” Great I thought just another 3 month home then back to this dump. The tenant looks baffled “Y-you want her?!” she stutters “Yep, we’ll pick her next Monday”.