[... She's been in the system a long time. Her family died when she was four and from foster home to foster home, she wasn't wanted.
First she was too quiet, too shy, she wouldn't answer when they spoke. But over time, the problem became her tendency to snap back at people, her scowling and glowering and always, always those red eyes.
When she was brought back, the term was always "monster." When they thought she was out of earshot, she was a "monster." A "menace." Frightening. She could disappear and reappear at any time.
So with her bag over her shoulder, her hair hanging in her face, and her face nestled in her high-necked pullover, she's standing at the door. The car that's dropped her off is so used to it, they've already just left her there.
She's thirteen and scrawny and trying not to seem afraid of the woman on the other side of the door as she knocks, but her hands are immediately stuffed back into her pocket and she studies a potted flower near by, giving it a death glare without realizing.]
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First she was too quiet, too shy, she wouldn't answer when they spoke. But over time, the problem became her tendency to snap back at people, her scowling and glowering and always, always those red eyes.
When she was brought back, the term was always "monster." When they thought she was out of earshot, she was a "monster." A "menace." Frightening. She could disappear and reappear at any time.
So with her bag over her shoulder, her hair hanging in her face, and her face nestled in her high-necked pullover, she's standing at the door. The car that's dropped her off is so used to it, they've already just left her there.
She's thirteen and scrawny and trying not to seem afraid of the woman on the other side of the door as she knocks, but her hands are immediately stuffed back into her pocket and she studies a potted flower near by, giving it a death glare without realizing.]