Introduction

Nasy sighed, writing in her small diary on her worn out bed. People were here again to adopt, and like always, she was to remain unseen. For some reason, everyone was excited about the ones coming in today. Nasy was curious as to why, but didn't pay much attention to it. She won't be adopted anyway.

She wore grey sweatpants, white socks, an oversized white sweatshirt, and wore her medium lengthed carmel colored hair in a messy low ponytail.

Soon the foster home was quiet, and Hailey knew that the visitors had arrived.

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