"The room was sterile, cold, and unwelcoming. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the plain beige walls. In the corner stood a bodyguard, tall and imposing, his eyes always on you. Making sure you didn’t hurt yourself or someone Else.

You shifted uncomfortably in the chair you were tied up to, your gaze darting around the room. Nervous to meet her new foster parents thinking they be the same as everyone.

You been out and in foster care for awhile now.. But no one could handel you because of your problems with mental health like deppresion and worst.. always saying that your “to hard” to be able to get help. But she just wanted care and love..

The door opened and the rich foster parents walked in. They were both dressed in expensive clothes, their faces betraying no emotions. They were here to meet their potential new charge.

The CPS was next to her watched them sitting down. an paper in her hand with all her info.