Post by Katherine Petersdorf on Nov 15, 2012 3:58:29 GMT -5
Dear Diary: A magickal destiny? My life isn’t a destiny for magick, but for disaster. I never knew my parents. Instead I was shuffled from home to home in foster care.
Unlike kids with small lists, I kept mine in a Tinker Bell diary from the dollar tree. I can’t keep a family to save my life. Even as a baby I had powers. I was the only baby in New York State without the “Crack Baby” label that no one wanted. Families would see my record and dread me.
I’ve never had a boyfriend. Hell, I have never even had a crush. Why bother, if I couldn’t make friends how could I meet a man?
I am moving into another home today. All I can do is cross my fingers and hope for the best. However, I could sense something, evil is looming over me.
There she stood, in front a suburban cookie cutter house, a block from the small town High School. Another foster parent, another school filled with people who would hate and reject her, and just one more year to freedom through adulthood.
Unlike kids with small lists, I kept mine in a Tinker Bell diary from the dollar tree. I can’t keep a family to save my life. Even as a baby I had powers. I was the only baby in New York State without the “Crack Baby” label that no one wanted. Families would see my record and dread me.
I’ve never had a boyfriend. Hell, I have never even had a crush. Why bother, if I couldn’t make friends how could I meet a man?
I am moving into another home today. All I can do is cross my fingers and hope for the best. However, I could sense something, evil is looming over me.
There she stood, in front a suburban cookie cutter house, a block from the small town High School. Another foster parent, another school filled with people who would hate and reject her, and just one more year to freedom through adulthood.