There wass no going back
Stacy knew that
She was tough no use crying
Life was seldom fair for anyone
The suitcase laid on the bed.
Ready to be filled with a few meager bits of clothing and memorabilia that she had collected in her short life.
There was a picture of her with her class her two front teeth missing smiling like a pumpkin.
Last time she really remembered being happy.
Her 6th birthday party was coming up and she knew it would be good her mom had a way of making special days extraordinary.
All day long she looked forward to the bell ringing and she'd go home.
She never went home; from that day forward she was passed from relative to relative with nobody really wanting her ,wearing her relatives cast off clothes, until they ran out of relatives who wanted to deal with her.
Then came the long nightmare days of foster homes.
She never was in a home for more than a year.
And now she packed up her suitcase not knowing where she was going to end up.
She had a hairbrush someone had given to her ,her old clothes, a picture of her mom that she stole off her aunt's dresser, the battered hardly recognizable teddy bear that she had gotten from her grandma, a hygiene kit given to her from the state, as if that would make everything okay when the system dumps you at 18.
(Fictional story)
