From Fostered to Fame

Porcelain's P.O.V.

Me and Zoey were kicked out of yet another foster home. We didn't even do anything wrong. All we did was come home from school ten minutes late, because the teacher wanted to talk to me about me failing maths. I showed the foster mother the note the teacher gave me but as she put it, 'Y'all probably faked a note to go meet up with them there boys after school!'. You should have guessed by now the foster mother who called herself 'Mama Cope', was an elderly woman who only wanted foster children to help her and for the check that comes with us. So, we were on our way back to the main office building to get registered back into the system. Again. I sighed as our 'regular' social worker was giving me a lecture. When we pulled up to the beige building I was practicly thanking God that I didn't have to listen to her anymore. I walked in and saw Regina, a receptionist already filling out our paperwork. She was the only person in the entire building, or even system, that hasn't started hating our faces. As a job to help pay for my collage when I get older I help here as a receptionist every Sunday. I smiled at her and she rolled her eyes and handed me the big candy bowl on the desk. "Every time." I heard her mutter as I shoved a mega stuff Twix in my mouth and hopped over the desk. "Whatcha doin'?" She handed me a stack of mine and my sister's paperwork to help her with. "Well, then." I laughed starting on it. "How many foster homes have we been in?" I said reading down the list of information I needed. She sighed and pointed to the computer. "Okay, what's going on? Your never like this." She pulled her glasses off of her nose and turned to me. "There's some big name that's looking for a child, only for publicity." She said getting more irritated by the second. "So, their only getting a child to make themselves look better?" She groaned quietly and nodded. When we were done with paperwork I had to go to my social workers office. They were in the middle of a conversation and I silently started walking out. "Porcelain, come in here. We have a man who is looking for two children and I would like you two to meet him." I nodded and followed her out of the office and down the hall to an interview room. I walked in to see Simon Cowell. I kept hitting my sister telling her to turn around but she was caught up in the conversation her and our social worker were having. She soon walked out and I decided I wanted to piss a big name off. "Hey, your that mean guy on The X Factor!" I said as I sat upside down on the couch in the corner. He laughed and said "I prefer truthful." I laughed. "So, your the big name that only wants kids because your out of the media. Right?"

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