Meet Megan Riddle
Life was just carrying on like normal. Social workers screaming "Megan do this, Megan do that" , kids running around like headless chickens and me slaving, and doing everyone else's dirty work. "Megan Riddle you get down here right now, were going to play duck duck goose." I sighed. That's the problem with this place. I'm 11. This place is for 2-7 year olds. It's called Bearways Children's Home and it's horrible. Everyone who works here picks on me just because I'm the oldest. I suppose they're alright, at least they took me in.
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