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The magic of growing up in the foster care system is you’re
invisible and fly under the radar. The shitty part of growing up in
the foster care system is—you’re invisible and fly under the radar. Today is
for the magic side.
“You best leave that one alone.” Dante, my best friend for the week,
says as we pass a brand-new, shark-blue Porsche 911 GT3, fresh off the
“Look at it, Dante.” I rub my hand across the bumper. “It’s gorgeous
and begging to go for a joyride with me.”
“Looks like it’s just minding its own business to me.”
“Are you serious? Listen.” I put my ear closer to the car. “Can you hear
He crosses his arms. “I hear nothing.”
“That’s because you’re not listening,” I tease. “She’s begging me to take
her out of this chaos.”
“Yea, your last joyride landed you in juvie.” He’s right. What can I say?
I have a fondness for fast cars. In all fairness, the Shelby that landed me in
juvie the last time wasn’t my fault. She was sitting on the curb with the
engine running. She wanted me to rescue her. The cops didn’t see my side
of the story. They never do.
I smile. “I prefer to look at the bright side, my new friend. If I hadn’t
been in juvie, we’d have never met.”
“That’s true, but the only bright side of juvie is that it’s not prison.
That’s your next step if you steal this car.” Dammit, he’s right.
The Porsche lights flash, and we step away in unison. A young man,
dressed in a form-fitting three-piece suit, steps into the street, opening the
car door. He looks the two of us up and down before getting inside.
“Girl, I think he just checked you out.” Dante laughs.
“I don’t think it was in a good way.” We watch as the Porsche shimmies
on take-off. The smell of clutch fills the air. “I should’ve taken it. He
doesn’t even know how to drive a stick.”
“It’s the twenty-first century. No one knows how to drive a stick.”
“That’s not true. I do,” I tease.
“How’d you learn so much about cars?”
I shrug, “I had an older foster brother a few years back that taught me
everything he knew. Cars don’t want anything from me, don’t expect me to
be something I’m not.”
“That answer was way too deep for me.” He laughs.
I punch his shoulder. “Let’s get some food. I’m hungry.”
“Nah, it’s late. I need to get home. If my grandma catches me out late
again, she’s gonna kick me out. This time for good. I’ll catch you tomorrow.
Maybe we can hang for a while.” I sigh as my new best friend waves,
leaving me alone in downtown Los Angeles.
Dante’s nice enough, but like all of my so-called friends, he’ll be in and
out of my life within a month or two. I don’t have real friends. I learned a
long time ago that even when you think you can trust someone, you can’t.
Dante’s what I call a “wanna-be” thug.
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