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"So you're real name is actually Karma?" The guy ask while almost tripping over his own feet. "Yup." His voice sounded familiar but I didn't bother looking at him. I pull out an cigarette. "You got a light?" "Um n-no, sorry," he stutters. Rolling my eyes I put the cig away. "So why did your parents name you Karma?" I could feel his eyes burning a hole on me. This dude has a serious staring problem. "The same reason I screwed your dad." The guy stayed silent, well that shut him up. I smile to myself imagining the shocked expression on his face. When I turn to see the guys face, my stomach instantly dropped. Fuck! ••••••• Karma's been in and out of foster homes practically her whole life. Her life is a total shit show but her next foster home could have potential to set her right in life. Continue reading to see how she struggles with depression, friendships, and life itself.
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