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    Foster Care Love – (Chapter: ch 1)

    Story written on September 11, 2007 by dawniekey.
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    Than she came along, the brunette. Ashley Davies. She’s a year older than me, she came when I was in eighth grade and she was a freshman in high school. She is a rebel, her parents died in a plane crash on their way to Hawaii for their anniversary. Ashley picks on me a lot, I hate it but I tolerate it because she is hot. See I’m gay and I’ve known since seventh grade, I don’t have a crush on Ashley, god no way, she is way to annoying and mean but I mean I can appreciate her body right? Right!

     

    So no one knows I’m gay, I just haven’t told anyone and my parents, well I don’t think they would take it so good.

     

    Anyways that was who picked me up, she got her license early on because she’d been driving around her parent’s mansion for years she’s a sophomore now and I’m a freshman.

     

    “Going to tell me what’s wrong and why you were walking the streets of LA at night like some idiot?” Ashley asked turning to look at me before staring out the windshield again; she’s a very safe driver even if she likes to speed.

     

    Taking a deep breath I tried to keep my voice calm, “No…” it broke but I made sure to stare out the window so she didn’t see the tears threatening to spill.

     

    “Spence come on, I know your trying not to cry, tell me what happened?” she breathed out as she parked in our driveway, god why does she know me so well but a small and I mean small smile appeared for a brief second because she is the only one out of everyone I know to call me Spence, not even my parents call me that.

     

    “I don’t want to talk about,” my voice wavered as I jumped from the vehicle ready to just lie down and waist my weekend in my room alone.

     

    “Spence?” she grabbed her stuff quickly and followed me.

     

    Ignoring her I walked into the house to see mom, dad, Glen and Clay sitting on the couch. They all turned to look at me and I felt bile rise to my throat, so much disgust thrown my way and some how I knew they knew.

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