REWRITEN

Look, I didn't want to be a foster kid. Being a foster kid is scary, never knowing who or where you're going to end up. But that wasn't my choice, any kid in the system doesn't want to be here. Each foster kid is different; some kids want to go home to their families, some wish to be adopted, and others just want to feel accepted and heard by their current family.

If you don't know how the Foster Care System works let me spell it out for you. Once you are thrown in the system (for whatever reason) they look to see if they can find a relative who'll take you, if they do great! You get to go live with them. But most of the time they can't find anybody, or if they do and the person doesn't want you or is unable to take care of you, then you're sent to your first foster home. A kid can stay in a home from a couple of weeks to a couple of years. You basically stay with the family until they're tired of you or until the system finds a new place to dump you.

When you're in the system your not allowed much; every kid is allowed to have one suitcase and a backpack to hold their stuff, some kids don't even have that much though. You have a Social Worker, they're in charge of making sure everything is running smoothly while you're in a home and will take you to the next one when you leave or get kicked out of your current "home".

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That is where Vrgil is now, sitting in the backseat of his Social Worker's car on my way to his next foster home. The Social Worker's name is, Valerie Torres-Rosario. She seemed nice and it acted as if she truly cared about Vrgil's wellbeing. But he knew better, it was just a lie. She had to be nice because it was her job, if she wants a paycheck then she had to be nice to the kids she looked after. That's how life works when you're a foster kid, people may seem nice to you at first but they really don't care. They never do.

Virgil sighed as he leaned against the cool glass of the window, he stared out at the scenery passing by but not really seeing it. Valerie was talking about Virgil's new foster family.

"His name is Thomas Sanders" she said "he has a son who he adopted several years ago." Virgil nodded in response to show that he was listening, not that he cared or anything.

Valerie looked back at the teen in the mirror and sighed. "Look Virgil this is your seventh home so far, and it's only been a year."

"Can you just say what you want to say without being so cryptid? " He asked, looking away from the window.

"Mr. Sanders is looking into adopting another kid around your age...." She trailed off mid sentence but it didn't take a genius to know what she was trying to say.

"Nobody wants me."

Valerie sighed in frustration, "look, he's a nice man who is willing to take you in. So can you promise me that you'll try to be nice to them?"

She stopped the car and turned in her seat to look at him, waiting for an answer. "Why should I? He doesn't even know me. Besides, I don't make any promises." Virgil said and Valerie rolled her eyes.

"Well grab your stuff and get out, we're here." Valarie said, climbing out of the car.

Virgil undid his seatbelt and opened the car door, and pulled on his backpack and grabbed the small duffel bag that held his few belongings. The house looked like your typical suburban home with a clean cut lawn and flowers planted out front.

As he was led up the walkway Virgil wondered what kind of family he was being forced into this time.

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A/N: Hello guys! I hoped you enjoyed the first chapter of my new book! Yes I know that the first chapter is a little bit short but the next chapters will be a lot longer. And if case your wondering the book is (loosely) based off of the video linked at the beginning of the chapter.

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-Isabel