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Rainn
Chapter 1: Saying Goodbye Chapter 2: Maddison High Chapter 3: Our Appearance Chapter 4: The Setup Chapter 5: On the Run Chapter 6: Secrets of the iPad Chapter 7: The Shootout Chapter 8: My Memories
Characters Introduction
Saw this on deuxmoi. Do we think that someone from his team is actually speaking to a gossip page or someone close to him like family? A lot of people think that he's with Tracy, mcNewman or his makeup artist Katerina
Saying Goodbye
Today is the day I go to another family. I have lived with heather for more than four years. Considering that it’s the longest I’ve ever stayed with someone who already had children. She has three boys and four girls whom she fosters. The boys are Jake, one-month-old, Henry, eight years old, and Max, 8½ years old. And girls Kylie 5, Emily 6, Megan 7, and Hannah, eight years old. Heather has long Strawberry blond hair, which is usually left down. She is light-skinned and wears sheer makeup. She is very friendly and enjoys talking about anything; she loves helping people. I love that about her; she is the closest thing I have to a mother. She understands my story of who I am and who my parents are. It doesn’t bother her. She believes that everybody deserves second chances. However, my parents are way past their second chances. The social worker arrived at the house today and informed heather that today would be my last day with her. I do not know her name, but I call her SW. for social worker. “Today is Rainn’s last day. Her new foster family is the Johnsons.” I cringe at the name Johnson. It sounds like a white, stuck-up name that you find in a stuck-up community.
I try to say something, anything from being taken away from a family that I finally fit in with. In a quiet but stuttering voice, I say, “I can’t… I can’t leave my family or friends behind”. I don’t have friends because I was homeschooled. With tears in my eyes, I say, “I can’t leave my mom and siblings behind… I just can’t. SW says, “Well, you don’t have to be upset because the Johnsons live nearby. After a long conversation between SW, Heather, and I with promises of weekly phone calls. My once-drenched eyes lit up once she said I wouldn't have to move far away. So, with some hesitation, I headed to the room to start packing after many hugs and saying goodbye to heather and my little siblings. Heather insists on bringing me over there to get a sense of the home.
After leaving the kids with a sitter, about 20 minutes pass. We arrived at a powdered blue house with white trimmings and an off-white porch surrounded by bushes of flowers and large trees, which leave the house looking shadowy. There stands a man, his wife, and their son. They're all dressed up like they’re heading to a fancy dinner establishment. Heather grasps my hand, holds it, and expresses. “It will be alright.” It makes me feel like she doesn’t want to give me up. We all get out of the car. I grab all the items that I own and look down at my ripped jeans, which leave my knees feeling naked. SW is the first to speak, “Good Morning, Johnsons, “Well, Here she is.” She signals for me to walk over, “Come over, Rainn,” “Don’t be shy.” “You’ve gone through this enough times, so you shouldn’t be this shy.” I slowly walk, and instantly, the man embraces me. I don’t do anything except stand there awkwardly. Instantly bombarding me with questions, “How are you doing,” “How was the drive?” “We’re the Johnsons, but you already learned that.” SW looks at me with big eyes and notices my pain of having to leave heather. Who in which takes hold of my arms and embraces me? “It’s okay. No matter what, I'll always be there for you. They’re going to be your new family.” “I won’t leave until the sitter calls me.” Then, like that, we all head inside, and Heather is the first to speak. “I’m Heather, “I’ve been her momma for about four years and would have loved to continue, but that’s not my place right now. Just give it some time for her to open up. She’s been through a lot”. The man is the first to introduce himself.
“Hi, I’m Ryan, and this is my wife Meghan and our son Luke.” I slowly look up. “I’m Rainn”. Ryan writes a note on his phone. “Okay, R E I G N, Reign, right? I nodded no. “It's R A I N N, Rainn.” now asking for my last name, I started to feel uneasy all of a sudden the moment I have been dreading... I squeeze heathers hand and say. "Bow, my name is Rainn Bow."
I immediately looked down and took a few steps back. Meghan flinched with tears descending down her face. Calmly repeating to herself, “We chose the wrong girl,” Choosing to leave the room without causing any drama, Luke explains that they had lost a daughter/sister to my parents. Luke was too young even to remember her. My parents had killed her at a drive-by. Heather speaks up. “I’m so sorry, but please don’t take it out on her. She’s nothing like her parents.” Ryan comforts me. “Of course not! We would never. We just wish the cops were able to find them”. I take hold of Luke’s arm, saying, “If I knew where they were, I would tell you guys.” I lied; I knew where they were, at least I did in my dreams...
Intro
"This is my story... It is a story about truth and hard times, not fairy tale endings of happily ever after. As far as I can remember, growing up was always exciting because of my mom & dad's "Adventures," at the time, I didn't know what was going on or why we were always on the go, never settling down any longer than three weeks. The last memory I have of them is of being left behind like I didn't matter, which then led to given away to many foster families. I went from foster home to foster home, hoping my parents would come for me. I hoped I would find the one thing I'd been searching for my family, but of course, love...
(Please stay with me; I wrote this 13 years ago. And I wanted to keep it close to the original way I wrote it. That being said, this story is written from Rainn's point of view. Please be gentle. I'm okay with criticism.)
Intro
"This is my story... It is a story about truth and hard times, not fairy tale endings of happily ever after. As far as I can remember, growing up was always exciting because of my mom & dad's "Adventures," at the time, I didn't know what was going on or why we were always on the go, never settling down any longer than three weeks. The last memory I have of them is of being left behind like I didn't matter, which then led to given away to many foster families. I went from foster home to foster home, hoping my parents would come for me. I hoped I would find the one thing I'd been searching for my family, but of course, love...
(Please stay with me; I wrote this 13 years ago. And I wanted to keep it close to the original way I wrote it. That being said, this story is written from Rainn's point of view. Please be gentle. I'm okay with criticism.)
Saying Goodbye
Today is the day I go to another family. I have lived with heather for more than four years. Considering that it’s the longest I’ve ever stayed with someone who already had children. She has three boys and four girls whom she fosters. The boys are Jake, one-month-old, Henry, eight years old, and Max, 8½ years old. And girls Kylie 5, Emily 6, Megan 7, and Hannah, eight years old. Heather has long Strawberry blond hair, which is usually left down. She is light-skinned and wears sheer makeup. She is very friendly and enjoys talking about anything; she loves helping people. I love that about her; she is the closest thing I have to a mother. She understands my story of who I am and who my parents are. It doesn’t bother her. She believes that everybody deserves second chances. However, my parents are way past their second chances. The social worker arrived at the house today and informed heather that today would be my last day with her. I do not know her name, but I call her SW. for social worker. “Today is Rainn’s last day. Her new foster family is the Johnsons.” I cringe at the name Johnson. It sounds like a white, stuck-up name that you find in a stuck-up community.
I try to say something, anything from being taken away from a family that I finally fit in with. In a quiet but stuttering voice, I say, “I can’t… I can’t leave my family or friends behind”. I don’t have friends because I was homeschooled. With tears in my eyes, I say, “I can’t leave my mom and siblings behind… I just can’t. SW says, “Well, you don’t have to be upset because the Johnsons live nearby. After a long conversation between SW, Heather, and I with promises of weekly phone calls. My once-drenched eyes lit up once she said I wouldn't have to move far away. So, with some hesitation, I headed to the room to start packing after many hugs and saying goodbye to heather and my little siblings. Heather insists on bringing me over there to get a sense of the home.
After leaving the kids with a sitter, about 20 minutes pass. We arrived at a powdered blue house with white trimmings and an off-white porch surrounded by bushes of flowers and large trees, which leave the house looking shadowy. There stands a man, his wife, and their son. They're all dressed up like they’re heading to a fancy dinner establishment. Heather grasps my hand, holds it, and expresses. “It will be alright.” It makes me feel like she doesn’t want to give me up. We all get out of the car. I grab all the items that I own and look down at my ripped jeans, which leave my knees feeling naked. SW is the first to speak, “Good Morning, Johnsons, “Well, Here she is.” She signals for me to walk over, “Come over, Rainn,” “Don’t be shy.” “You’ve gone through this enough times, so you shouldn’t be this shy.” I slowly walk, and instantly, the man embraces me. I don’t do anything except stand there awkwardly. Instantly bombarding me with questions, “How are you doing,” “How was the drive?” “We’re the Johnsons, but you already learned that.” SW looks at me with big eyes and notices my pain of having to leave heather. Who in which takes hold of my arms and embraces me? “It’s okay. No matter what, I'll always be there for you. They’re going to be your new family.” “I won’t leave until the sitter calls me.” Then, like that, we all head inside, and Heather is the first to speak. “I’m Heather, “I’ve been her momma for about four years and would have loved to continue, but that’s not my place right now. Just give it some time for her to open up. She’s been through a lot”. The man is the first to introduce himself.
“Hi, I’m Ryan, and this is my wife Meghan and our son Luke.” I slowly look up. “I’m Rainn”. Ryan writes a note on his phone. “Okay, R E I G N, Reign, right? I nodded no. “It's R A I N N, Rainn.” now asking for my last name, I started to feel uneasy all of a sudden the moment I have been dreading... I squeeze heathers hand and say. "Bow, my name is Rainn Bow."
I immediately looked down and took a few steps back. Meghan flinched with tears descending down her face. Calmly repeating to herself, “We chose the wrong girl,” Choosing to leave the room without causing any drama, Luke explains that they had lost a daughter/sister to my parents. Luke was too young even to remember her. My parents had killed her at a drive-by. Heather speaks up. “I’m so sorry, but please don’t take it out on her. She’s nothing like her parents.” Ryan comforts me. “Of course not! We would never. We just wish the cops were able to find them”. I take hold of Luke’s arm, saying, “If I knew where they were, I would tell you guys.” I lied; I knew where they were, at least I did in my dreams...
RAINN
Characters
Girl - Rainn Bow
Mother - Katherine Bow
Father - Michael Bow
Closest Thing To A Mother - Heather
Guy At School - Maxx
Girl's BFF - Pink (Ally Key) (Alyson Keyson)
Luke's Love Interest / Maxx Sister - Jenny
Foster Father - Ryan Johnson
Foster Mother - Meghan Johnson
Foster Brother - Luke Johnson
Rainn's "Real" Dad - "Frank"
Rainn's "Real" Mom - Deceased
"Uncle" - Mr. Joe Parker
Biological Mother - Meghan Johnson
Biological Father - Mr. Tom Forner
Heather's Kids:
Jake: 1 Month old
Henry: 8 years old
Max: 8-1/2 years old
Megan: 7 years old
Kylie: 5 years old
Emily: 6 years old
Hannah: 8 years old
Different Ways to Describe Eye Colors
↳ a masterpost for writing prompts that describe eye colors
Brown Eyes
Blue Eyes
Green Eyes
Hazel Eyes
Unusual Eyes
Gray Eyes
Heterochromia Eyes
Black Eyes
White Eyes
White/Silver Eyes pt 2
Hazel Green Eyes
Gold/Yellow Eyes
Reddish-Brown Eyes
On a lighter note... tell me I'm not the only one who sees the resemblances.
When the first pic came out, my brain was in denial bc I couldn't for the life of me believe that was Annabelle. It just looked like someone else. It's probably because I've never seen AW side profile. The second picture is Heather Locklear.
The second person that I mistake her for is Elizabeth Mitchell, who is on The Santa Clauses movies/TV shows.
On a lighter note... tell me I'm not the only one who sees the resemblances.
When the first pic came out, my brain was in denial bc I couldn't for the life of me believe that was Annabelle. It just looked like someone else. It's probably because I've never seen AW side profile. The second picture is Heather Locklear.
The second person that I mistake her for is Elizabeth Mitchell, who is on The Santa Clauses movies/TV shows.
Rainn
Saying Goodbye
Today is the day I go to another family. I have been with Heather for more than 4 years. Considering that it’s the longest I’ve ever lasted with someone who already had kids. She has 3 boys and 4 girls that she is a foster mom too. The boys are Jake 1 month old, Henry 8 years old, and Max 8½ years old. And girls Kylie 5, Emily 6, Megan 7, and Hannah 8 years old. Heather has very beautiful long dirty blond hair, in which she usually leaves down. She is light-skinned and wears very little makeup, because of her complexion. She doesn’t need makeup, but she likes it. She is very nice and likes to talk about anything, she likes helping people. I love that about her, to me she’s the closest thing I have to a mother. She knows my story of who I am and who my parents are. It doesn’t bother her. She believes that everybody deserves second chances. Although my parents are way past their second chances. The social worker came by the house today and told heather that today would be my last day with her. I do not know her name, but I call her S.W. for social worker. “Today is Rainn’s last day, her new foster family is the Johnson's” I cringe at the name Johnson, sounds like a white stuck-up name that you find in a stuck-up community. I have to say something, anything from being taken away from a family that I finally fit in with. “I can’t… I can’t leave my family or friends behind”. I don’t have friends, because I had recently just transferred schools. Now with tears forming in my eyes “I just started going to this school and I can’t leave my mom and siblings behind… I just can’t. SW says “well you don’t have to worry because the Johnson live nearby. So, you won’t have to change schools”. My once drenched tears have lit up once she says I wouldn’t have to move schools. So, without hesitation, I run to my room to start packing as well as taking my saying goodbye to heather and my little siblings. But heather insists on taking me over there herself to get a feel of the place herself. After 20 minutes pass. We get to a powdered blue house with white trimmings and an off-white porch surrounded by bushes of flowers and large trees, which leave the house looking shady. There stands a man, his wife, and their son. They're all dressed up like they’re going to a fancy dinner place. Heather grabs my hand and holds it and says. “It will be okay” it makes me feel like she doesn’t want to give me up. We all get out of the car. I grab all the things that I had packed and look down at my ripped jeans which leave my knees feeling naked. SW is the first to speak, “So how are doing today Johnson? “Here she is”. She signals for me to walk over, “Come over Rainn”, “Don’t be shy”. “You’ve gone through this enough time, so you shouldn’t be this shy”. I slowly walk and immediately the man hugs me. I don’t do anything except standing there awkwardly. “How are you doing” “How was the drive” “We’re the Johnson’s, but you already knew that”. SW looks at me with big eyes and sees my pain of having to leave heather behind. Heather grabs a hold of me. “It’s okay, they’re going to be your new family” “I won’t leave until the sitter calls me”. Then like that we all go inside, and heather is the first to say something. “I’m heather, “I’ve been her mother for about four years and would have loved to continue, but that’s not my place right now. Just give it some time for her to open up, she’s been through a lot”. The man is the first to introduce himself “Hi I’m Ryan and this is my wife Meghan and our son Luke”. I slowly look up “I’m Rainn”. Ryan gets a notepad and pen to write some things. “Okay R E I G N, Reign, right? I nodded no “Its R A I N N, Rainn.” I immediately look down and take a few steps back. Meghan looks down with tears falling down her face. Quietly repeating to herself “We picked the wrong girl” Luke explains that they had lost a daughter/sister to my parents. My parents had killed her a drive-by. Heather speaks up. “I’m so sorry, but please don’t take it out on her. She’s nothing like her parents.” Ryan reassures me “Of course not! We would never. We just wish the cops were able to find them”. I take a hold of Ryan’s arm saying, “If I knew where they were I would tell you guys.” I lied I knew where they were, at least I did in my dreams.
Enjoying the sunset... https://www.instagram.com/p/CAMSzcbnG_dzjeXwfTBx2t5t6mDSYctNlkZd9s0/?igshid=1sglf1dqt2w1n
I call this look the "I have a Virtual doctor appointment. So I need to dress up and do my make-up so they don't see how busted I actually be looking these days" 😂😂 (with a special appearance by Kai) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_Dvv_mH89AXJZQWQNefIcHQkN-5sy6uRTtLjQ0/?igshid=1hzsrlhm82p6g
Just a couple things my sister brought from Busan, South Korea. https://www.instagram.com/p/B0crLKEAVlVLVpiDCjcgJ-QupVaYC4ivA_eNbk0/?igshid=1knxh44bs2b7x
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Celebrating the October Birthdays at my Moms. 🎉🎂🎈🎃
