“We went to the same school?” Mackenzie said, in shock.
Those years were kind of a blur for her. She had been moved around so often that she never seemed to stay longer than half a year at any one place. She never lucked out when it came to foster homes. She even had an old piece of wood she had taken from her childhood home where she marked the number of homes she went to. It was something most foster kids did. They would keep track of the number of homes they were sent to, some even tattooing it on their body.
Since she moved around so often she always made sure to fade into the background in any school she went to. Constantly being the new girl could be a pain so she had done all she could to not stand out. Her wardrobe had consisted of jeans and baggy hoodies which she always wore
