My name is Alice Blair and I'm fourteen years old. My mom says I'm "gifted", I don't know what that means. Am I smart or do I have some special talent? I asked her once what she meant by "gifted" and she told me that someday I would find out. Ughflusbsjcnd I hate waiting.

My mom is the best woman in the whole wide world. She's been homeschooling me since I was born and she's a VERY good teacher! I've learned everything I know from her. I never knew what I'd do if I lost her, until I did.

I don't have any family except for my mother, and now she's dead. I don't know what happened to her, the child services wouldn't tell me. My dad left my mom a week before she found out that she was pregnant and I always wonder if he would have stayed around if he knew he was a father to me. I have no distant relatives or uncles, aunts, second cousins, or grandparents on my mom's side so I'm ALL alone; that's why the child services picked me up. Now I'm going to be a foster child, yippie! I hope you can tell that was sarcastic. I'm VERY sarcastic. I'm fourteen so technically I have 4 more years until I can be on my own so um yeah.

"Alice, where are you? Alice! We're getting in the car, I've found a family who's interested in you!!!" Jamie said. Jamie is a very enthusiastic woman, she works for the foster system I was put in and she's trying to get me into the best home possible.
"Coming!" I scream back.

I hop into her dusty old bug, it's mustard yellow and pretty slow but it's better than nothing I guess. She's really protective and all and won't even let me sit in the front seat. I'm fourteen for crying out loud! "I think this is the one, Alice. They seem like a wonderful family!" Jamie told me.