Kayla Morgan had been an orphan all her life, moved from foster home to foster home without any permanent family. She was given up as a baby and never knew her real parents. She remained sweet and kind through the whole ordeal, never turning bitter or angry. She had been trough some rough placements, abusive ones, the type of family that only brought her in for the money they would be compensated.  Most families were nice though, but there was always some reason or another that the families she stayed with could never adopt her permanently. Now 17, she would be going to her final foster home, The Stevenson's. She was months away  from her eighteenth birthday, and being legally and adult.<br/><br/>Kayla was escorted by the social worker to her new, and last home. The house was really nice, it looked as if the family may have had some money, but looks could always be deceiving. She stood there with her flowered suitcase and took a deep breath. This was it, would they like her? Were there other kids? Would she fit in. The social worker patted her on the shoulder and rang the bell. Kayla just stood there and waited.....<br/><br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/Kira2.jpg)