Liz sighed as she walked home from school. She really didn't want to go home. Her foster parents were there. They never really liked her, but they pretended in front of her foster brother. She smiled at the thought of her big brother. He was always nice to her and loved her as if she were his own sister. That made her feel special, welcome. It was the only reason she hadn't run away from that God-forsaken home. A couple boys skateboarded past her, pushing her over in the process. "Get out of the way, loser!" One of them yelled, the other one laughing. Liz sighed and picked up her book from the ground, dusting herself off. Her "dad" would be made if she came home late. Her "mom" wouldn't be too happy either. She hurried up, both dreading and anticipating getting home.