As we arrived at her house, I noticed that it was closer to my job than the foster home which was convenient. Not to mention, it wasn't too far from Avery either. I guess I really was the one with attachment issues; it was never him.

To be honest, I was tired of living in the foster home. Nothing about it seemed like home, at least this house had a cozy feeling. Every new girl and boy that came to the foster home were lucky; the rules and regulations have slowly changed over the years. Not to mention, the bullying has certainly stopped. I wish that could've happened when I...