I grew up knowing the truth. And, like most truths, it wasn't something a kid should grow up knowing. I suppose you could say my parents were bad for ..
I am a bookMy pages ripped and tornI have been passedFrom hand to handStored in boxes for yard salesSitting on a teachers shelfChubby, grimy little ha..
He pushed his long, brown hair out of his eyes and turned to the older boy next to him. Wesley was a few years older than Matty, and was his closest ..
I shrugged a backpack over my shoulder and followed my best friend out the door. Foster Mom-as I hadaffectionately nicknamed our foster mother-had pa..