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Quinn was a fifteen year old young woman. It was just the start of high school year and she was a freshman. She had become head cheerleader at her school, had everything she wanted. Her older sister was grown and out of the house, which meant the place was basically her own when her parents weren't home.
Until they decided to become foster parents.
Today was the day they were bringing someone home. She didn't know anything other than the person was a boy. Probably some snotty five year old that would want to touch everything of hers. Great.
She really didn't want to be home when they got back, but she knew they'd be angry if she wasn't. So, she just went into the backyard, practicing her cheers, somersaults and cartwheels. Anything to get her mind off it.
Until they decided to become foster parents.
Today was the day they were bringing someone home. She didn't know anything other than the person was a boy. Probably some snotty five year old that would want to touch everything of hers. Great.
She really didn't want to be home when they got back, but she knew they'd be angry if she wasn't. So, she just went into the backyard, practicing her cheers, somersaults and cartwheels. Anything to get her mind off it.