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<---Jane's Story - PART 8 ( FINAL ): http://airsharksquads-creepypasta-chronicles.wikia.com/wiki/Bad_Karma_-_Jane%27s_Story,_Part_8

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THE FOLLOWING IS BASED ON AN ENTRY FROM THE JOURNAL OF MISS NINA HOPKINS, A STUDENT OF ST. JOHN'S MIDDLE SCHOOL FOR PEOPLE WITH SPECIAL NEEDS.

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Ever since our parents were killed ( Daddy was murdered and Mom got caught up in a car crash ), my two brothers had to take care of me from that point forth. But that didn't stop them from getting into trouble.

They were just doing their best to keep me protected from harm.

We were constantly in and out of schools, prisons and foster families. Always causing trouble, always getting thrown out and placed with another unsuspecting do-gooder who always claim that " they " could " help us ".

Suffice to say, we would always prove them wrong.

Our caseworker ( who was also working on finding our father's killer ) sat across the black metal table, looking just as dumb as always. On the table between us was a thick letter-sized brown envelope; our case file.

" Well...have I got news for all of you! St. John's Foster Care Community Center has miraculously cleared you for acceptance. I've had a few cases who went through the said community. Things went so well for those kids, I never had to transfer them anywhere else. In fact, the House took over their case files and everything. This should be great news for you. "

None of us were certain of what to expect, but he told us that we would be given a halfway house as well as food being delivered to us, a good school to go to as well as some other things that had us convinced that this would be a good deal.

Besides, none of us had the patience for military school with those nasty drill sergeants waking us up at 5 AM...every...day. St. John's it was.

The dark clouds that hovered in the skies that day had cleared up. All three of us climbed into the back of our caseworker's town car with nothing but the clothes on our backs and the few belongings we could take with us.

One of those belongings was a photo album, filled with pictures of all the foster families we had been with. It was nice to remember some of them, even though it wouldn't last very long.

As our caseworker drove us to the new neighborhood where the community center was, we took the time to pause and reflect back on what had happened that led all three of us to this point.

One of the events that had happened, prior to this was all three of us got thrown out of a previous foster home all because my two brothers snuck into town one night with some neighbor kids just so they could all sneak into a dive bar together. Good times.

Either my two didn't like that particular family, or they just didn't wanted to come home to them anymore.

Not that it mattered anyway.

" Well, here we are. " Our caseworker said as the car came to a stop.

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Nina's Story - PART 2--->http://airsharksquads-creepypasta-chronicles.wikia.com/wiki/Bad_Karma_-_Nina%27s_Story,_Part_2