Wrong People At The Wrong Time
"Never in my life will I ever end up going through this again!" On a warm, breezy night. Surrounded by streets with cars rolling by. People walking up and down the sidewalk. It was my foster sister, and I, along with two random guys, cops and my family later on. I was just a girl who was all over the place who wanted to be free, to wanting to keep to myself and watch who I surround myself with. We were just going to the store but ended up somewhere we shouldn't, or wanted to be.
The thought of my night ending up like this was scary, and on top of that I was overthinking a lot. With worrying to much caused me to want to run away from the situation, because the feeling I was getting was like someone life coming to an end, based off of someone else's bad choices. Of course my foster sister didn't care to much. All she was thinking about was "Yes, these boys like me." Her feelings about the situation was wonderful because she was getting the attention, so that caused her not wanting to leave. The two guys were just talking to my foster sister, even though she was deaf, she still read there lips carefully and understood what they were saying to her. In the guys mind there thinking "Oh yes, she coming with us tonight." So we ended up following them to their house, but I wanted to go home.