The eyes of a child

Thirteen, to old for anyone to want me.
A girl with black skin not to black but dark enough to bring her bright vivid blue eyes.
Her name unknown even her “family “ forgot about her they  only care about the money that they get for fostering her.
Walking to a familiar home ,a nice sweet lovely home with a wonderful family inside that is her best friends home no the home next to it on the left looked like something from the series of unfortunate events, she enters the home by digging up the key from the dead garden.

She enters then she hears “ You stupid foster child were have you been not at that art club I banned you from, are you wearing my jewelry?!....” the drunk stupid foster parent said with a snarky attitude her hair barely looked good it looked like a perm tried to hang itself, and her dress was itty bitty neon pink and bairily covered her butt , she has bags under her eyes and a soda can that reeks from being used for beer and Tabasco over and over again. Her name was Devon nasrzca.

But before I get to answer I get hit over and over I run to my room flying all her yells and shouts blur as I run up the stairs to the attic my room and I looked the door and as I go over to my bed I hear “ she has never hit you that hard before.” Crush said  said for a 14 year old he is able to read the room ( and my buruses and cigaret burns ). Me and him have been together since we had parents that’s a long time.

Well it’s okay now ,me and him hug and I start humming a song mother taught me to rocking myself  back an forth humming til we both fell asleep ,but It did not last long because I hear thud ,thud coming up the old cracking wood stairs.
All I hear is crack,stumbling over and over again , by this time my crush Anthony started to become uncomfortable.


Alright turn in next time for the tales of “the eyes of a child “. 

Lexi