I Died To Set Them Free
Language: en
In that group home, only two kids never got placed: Sasha and me. She was too volatile. I was too timid. When a bully tried to take my lunch, it was Sasha who called me a spineless wimp while she fought to get the food back onto my tray. When I was cornered and harassed in the bathroom, it was Sasha who broke the kid’s nose with a single punch, officially branding her with a ‘violent tendency’ and ensuring no family would ever take her. She’d stake her claim with the air of a true boss: “Dean, she’s my territory, got it?” Under her fierce, protective wing, I finally made it to…