Adopted By The Dallas's

When Alexandria Smith is being fostered by the Dallas family, what will she do? Her mom was a struggling musician, her father a drug deal, so she hasn't exactly had the calmest life. That's all anyone knows about her past.

That is, until Taylor comes into the picture. He know's something's up. He won't pressure her into telling him, but will she? What is this chunk of a past, that she's trying to forget? What happened, that haunts her nightmares every night?


1. One

I knock on the door, and about five seconds later, it's opened by a tall boy. He looks a few years older than me. "Umm, hi. I'm looking for the Dallas residence." I state. I may be a care kid, but at least I was raised right.  

Well, by my mom at least. She was the good one. My social worker walks up. "Hello, Cameron, your mother said she'd be at work. Well, this is Kaitlyn, and-" I cut her off. "Alexandria." She looks at me questionably. "What?" She asks.

"Alexandria. I prefer Alexandria." I repeat. My dad gave me my first name, my mother gave me my middle names. I have my father's last name, but there's nothing I can do about that. My full name is Kaitlyn Alexandria Grace Smith. My mom was a struggling musician, and my dad was a drug dealer.

I would still be living with them, but an unsatisfied client came to our home. He shot my father, and tried me. My mom jumped in front of me, saving my life. I was taken into foster care, and now, here I am. My social worker tells this Cameron person who I am, and leaves her contact information.

"Here, let me take you to your room." Cameron smiles kindly, and leads the way. I put away my things, and head back downstairs. There's a bunch of boys in the living room. Ten, maybe? "CAM WHEN DID YOU GET A GIRLFRIEND?" One with blue eyes yells. "I'm not his girlfriend. I'm a foster kid."

I head to the kitchen, and make a frozen pizza. I take a slice, then call to the boys. "Boys! Pizza!" Immediately, they run to the kitchen. I sit on the couch, eating my slice. Nash takes it out of my hand, takes a bite, then gives it back. "Hey!" I protest, and he just laughs.

"So, Alex, how old are you?" Shawn asks. "Fifteen." I answer. "I'm sixteen." He smiles. "We're best friends now, okay?" He laughs. "Well, I won't be here long, don't get too attached." At that, he frowns. "What do you mean?"

"Like I said, I'm a foster kid. Soon, I'll be gone, with another family, and I'll keep getting passed along." I explain. "Screw that. If Cam's family doesn't adopt you, mine will." He says confidently.

"It's not as easy as that." I tell him. "People don't want to adopt me." I say. "I have issues."

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