"Hi Jasmine, we're going to be your new family."
the little girl didn't look up at the woman speaking, she was far more concentrated on kicking the rock around under her shoe.

"I don't have a family, my family is dead." she answered, not looking up.

"Umm, why don't we go inside? You can go see your new room."

The four year old followed the woman into her room, it was pink, she hated pink.

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The husband was a silly man, he always wanted to play this certain game. Jasmine had to take off her clothes and lay down on the bed while he would do things to her, she knew it wasn't right. But he made her promise not to tattle tale, he said bad things happened to kids who tattletaled.

On Jasmines fifth birthday her new family got her a birthday cake, she hated cake.
She missed her mommy.
Her mommy would give her ice cream on her birthday, not cake.
Her mommy colored her room blue, not pink.
She wanted mommy back.

A few months later she got a new family, it didn't make sense to her. How come no one wanted her?

This family was mean.
They hit her, called her names, and for some reason they wanted to play that same stupid game the other man wanted to play.

This happened with the next four families, she was only 7 years old why did she keep getting a new family?

Jasmine is 11 years old now, and that meant middle school. She didn't like school, people called her names, threw things at her, and made her cry. They were just like her last families.

"Go kill yourself Jasmine, you should die just like your mommy and daddy"

That night Jasmine found a razor blade in the bathroom and sliced her arm. Now she was bleeding just like mommy.

She didn't like to sleep, that's when she would see her dad kill her mom, over and over again.

Jasmine is 14 now, it's the first day of high school

"Loser, it's 90 degrees out, why are you wearing a hoodie?"

She had to wear the hoodie, for she was about to be a mommy too.