-OKAY GUYS NEW STORY! My friend and I  are slowly writing this together. She is sadly not on wattpad so I can not tag her. Let the story Begin-

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Vrooooom. The car starts. Maybe if you were a rich kid with parents then you might think that this is cool. Moving to a new house right? But for me, it's not. This is just another trip, to another house, another couple of people, that is going to have me for money, then discover that I am a pain in the neck and that they don't need then ship me off again with a trash bag and less of my belongings. "Here we are Abigail, your new home", the foster care lady says to me. I don't answer. Why should I? Even if I did what would I say? This is only about the 2000000th time she's said that. I get out of the car with my BEAUTIFUL trash bag full of my treasures and I see a middle-aged woman as sparkling as the sun with an old nasty looking man on the porch who reeked of beer. I am eternally SHOCKED! I mean you would have had to of been there but this lady was beautiful. She could be the cover of a magazine. She was pretty as a fairytale princess. With long brown hair braided in a bun, and those blue eyes. Why would she marry a hairy old man? Oh well, this is my new home and there ain't nothing I can do about it. When I step onto the porch I see that the woman has red bruises all over her arms. There were scars that looked like someone just drew on her with a red crayon. 

 "Hi, Welcome Abigail", the woman says in a tired, sad tone like there was something there that isn't anymore. The man just stays there with a grumpy look on his face. We got a tour of the house with the foster care lady but then she left and I was alone with beauty and the beast. We hear the door slam shut with a clunk and the man says in a rough tone,

" Kathy, give this girl her room. Now." 

 "Yes, George", replies the lady. "Hi, Abigail.", she says with a half-smile. "Don't mind George. He is just a little tired", she whispers, and we both snickered. We walk into the supposedly-called My room and it's like the dustpans and brooms were dancing all over for hours. The rest of the house was dusty but my room was squeaky clean. I mean it was BEAUTIFUL. The last house I was in I had to sleep in a garage full of mosquitos. I mean I still feel like I took a bath in poison ivy. The room has a crib in the corner and an amazing princess bed. It was a little babyish but it's better than any place I've been before. I dropped my bag and immediately ran to lay on the bed but before I could lay down, Kathy said, "Wait, please. Those are clean sheets that took me forever to wash since there's no washing machine. Can you shower and put on clean clothes first? ". I was in shock. I never expected a little woman like her to talk that much that fast.

"Sure", I said with a grin.

"Could you also take your shoes off and leave them at the front door?" she asked me. 

 "Yea", I said. She showed me the bathroom (which smelled like sugar) and gave me a towel, and a pair of new clothes.

"Thank you", I replied. After I heard the door close, I immediately started getting ready for my first HOT shower in 2 years. Literally. The other places, I've actually had to bathe with just a hose outside. No towel. No privacy. No warm water. I walk out of the shower, and there is steam on the mirror. I get dressed. Then, I start to open the door when I hear a SMACK and then crying. I run downstairs and see Kathy on the floor curled up like a ball. She is holding her incapacitated cheek and there are a few drops of blood dripping down. Above her, is George snorting angrily like a bull in the arena. Immediately after, I start to think. How could such a breathtaking place be destroyed by a nefarious man like George? George looks up at me. 

 "Get back to your room GIRL or else your next". 

 "NO!", screams Kathy. 

 "You shut up!", he says. I run as I've never run before and for reasons I've never known, I begin to cry. The waterworks have turned in a switch that isn't turning off.

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