Ok so if you’re wondering what Sara looks like here are some descriptions. She is half Native American with jet-black hair. That’s all that we can tell you now enjoy the chapter

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Sara's POV

I went to my closet to get my clothes for the day. I picked out a beanie, skinny jeans, white and blue flats, my moon necklace and a blue blouse. Hey I don't have a good sense of style. I went into the shower and when I got out I put on my cloths and put my hair into a ponytail. I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs where I saw my foster parents sleeping on the couch covered by a blanket. I cringed when I thought of what I saw last night and I quickly wrote a note. When I got outside I saw Mitch leaning on his car dressed like his minecraft skin.

“Well someone looks handsome.” I said as he was getting off the car and opening the door for me.

“Indubitably.” He said in a horrible British accent as I got in the car. He got in the driver’s seat and started the car then he stared at me for a minute.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” I said as I put my seatbelt on.

“You just look beautiful.”

“Ok Mr.Cheesy what are we doing today?” He stopped looking at me and backed out of the driveway.

“I was thinking of going to Tim Hortons then having you chose the next destination.” He then pulled out of the driveway and drove down the street.

“I have never been to Tim Hortons.” He looked at me with a shocked expression on his face then looked back at the road.

“What? What’s with the face?”

“You have lived in Montreal for I think a few years now and you have never been to Tim Hortons? Next you’ll say that you haven’t had poutine.”

“I have never had poutine either.”

“Well it looks like we will have to change that.”

Oh boy what have I done?

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Ok just to let you guys know neither of us have been to Canada, had Tim Hortons and neither of us have had poutine soooooo see you Fluffy Benja’s later

~Michael