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Madeline Garza
Sarah Garcia
Y. Garza
English II-5
October 12, 2014
The Three Cs of Trouble
My name is Carrie Foster and this is my story. To begin with I married my high school
sweetheart Ashton Foster. We got married five years after we graduated from Carnegie
Vanguard High School while we were attending college; while I only attended the University of
Houston for a Physcology degree he also attended the same school but for a business degree and
also the Art Institute of Houston where he minored in art. On year after our marriage we had a
son whom we named Chandler Andrew, the following year Charlotte Ann, and finally four years
after our marriage I bore a son and his name was Carter Austin. I loved my family more than
anything in the world and would do anything for them. My children would be willing to go to the
ends of the earth for my husband or I. They even gave me comfort and support when Ashton and
I found out that after Carter, we could not have children anymore and I would have to have
surgery. My three children had have been a rock for me since day one and continued to be there
for me for me. They were too busy being a rock for me that they did not get to have a normal
childhood and I was so caught up in the depression that followed the horrible, heart wrenching,
surgery to notice. It was in those years that they started to get ideas of retaliating. Our kids did
not get back at us by partying every night or abusing drugs, no what they did was much worse,
they attempted to take over the city.

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I remember that horrid nerve-wrecking day like it was yesterday. That day was one of my
good days when I would actually get out of bed and somewhat interact with people and it seemed
like it would continue to be a good day, oh boy was I wrong. I had decided to drop off Chandler,
Charlotte, and Carter at school and then run some errands. I was at the grocery store when I got a
call, from my oldest son Chandler, and it made me drop my phone and stand in the middle of the
isle in shock. Carter, my baby, was involved in a fight with a group of upperclassmen and had
been beaten up severely. After I got the call I ran out of the store like a madwoman and sped to
school. When I got there I rushed into the entrance of the building. When Chandler called me he
told me he was taking Carter to the nurses office and Charlotte would meet them there so I ran to
the nurses office but when I got there I did not see anyone, then the door suddenly closed. A
squeak escaped my mouth and I turned to see my three children, healthy as horses with looks that
could put someone six feet under. I opened my mouth to ask what was going on but I was cut off
by Chandler. Hello mother, he started, we werent expecting you to get here so quick but
since you are here Chandler Andrew Foster! I cut him off. What on earth is going on here?
Well? Do I need to ask Charlotte or Carter? Charlotte Ann Foster what are you three doing?
Mom Charlotte tried to respond. If you arent going to tell me then Ill ask Carter! Carter
wha Mom! yelled Chandler. As I was saying, the call about carter getting hurt was just a
distraction to get you here. Well if you needed me why didnt you just say so? I would have
come, you didnt have to lie to me. You see we decided to use Carter as bait because we know
he is the youngest and most vulnerable. Well mother wed love to stay and chat but we have
business to attend to. Bye! As all three left I stood there in shock like my house was on fire,
then I soon realized that they had locked in the room. I quickly dialed my husbands number and
told him everything. Shortly after the call was made Ashton showed up and we left the school.

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Ashton and I went to all the places I could think of where they would be. As we were
driving to the last place I could come up with I heard a strange broadcast over the radio. This
just in: Three teens are at city hall and have held everyone in the building hostage! Sources say
the three teens plan to take over the city. I thought to myself Those teens could never be mine,
my children are not the rebel type. What I heard on the radio next made my face pale and my
heart drop. We have gotten news of the teens name they are siblings - Oh no I thought.
Two boys and one girl no ages sixteen, seventeen and eighteen - no, please no their
names are Chandler, Charlotte, and Carter Foster. NO! I screamed aloud and started sobbing.
Ashton, after hearing the news, then sped to the city hall. We got out and I burroed through all
the people like a bull dozer only to get stopped by the police fifty feet away from the entrance.
Please you have to let me in there! I pleaded with an officer. Sorry maam I am under strict
orders to not let anyone get in that building. Please! I am sorry maam. Please the three
teens holding hostages are my children! Maam, over here. said another officer. I am the
chief and I may have an idea if youll follow me. He led Ashton and I to the back of a police
van. If you are up to it then you can go in and talk to your children Mrs. - Foster, Carrie
Foster and this is my husband Ashton Foster. I pointed to Ashton. Nice to meet you. As I was
saying if youre up to it - I am. I cut him off. O.K. then, lets get you prepared. Someone in
the van handed me a bullet proof vest just in case of emergency.
As I entered the building I had to continuously wipe my hands on my jeans because I was
so nervous I was starting to sweat. I walked in and was suddenly hit with screams of people
begging me to help. I wanted to help but I had to get to the root of the problem, my children. I
went up to them to talk things out but I was immediately tied up in a chair. Why are you doing
this loves? What ever possessed you to take hostages and attempt to take over the city? They all

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looked at each other then looked at me and replied you. You were the one who was never
fully there for us! We were always the ones taking care of you when it should have been the
other way around! Replied Chandler. It was always like you were too depressed to take care of
your own children. With dad working twenty four/seven and you almost never coming out of
your room I had to basically raise Charlotte and Carter on my own! When was it ever going to be
my turn to be a kid? Finished Chandler. Now it was Charlottes turn to talk I have always had
to rely on Chandler to be my parent. Tell me this, have I had a boyfriend yet? How about asking
how I am number one in my class? Oh honey I am so proud of you and you have already gone
out on your first date?! I am so sorry sweetheart. That doesnt matter anymore, now its
Carters turn to talk. Mom I always hear about since I am the baby I am the most loved but I
dont feel that way. I feel as if ever since you found out you couldnt have any more children you
left me there to be taken care of by Chandler and Charlotte. I have felt neglected by you since
day one but loved by my siblings for eternity. After Carter told me that, I broke out crying. I
thought to myself how could I be so caught up in my own little world so much that I have never
noticed my children suffering? I then replied to them I am so sorry! I cannot believe I let you
three go through that without noticing! Will you ever forgive me loves? I dont know if we
can but we are willing to try if you are answered Charlotte. Oh I most definitely am! I
replied. But you do know that you will have to face the consequences of your actions right?
We figured that out already Chandler answered grimly but also optimistically because we
would be having a fresh start.
The following months were a little difficult with court hearings and my children being
put in prison for three to four years, but we got by. Now this year is their last year being in prison
and will be released this month. Over the past few years I have been visiting and repairing my

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relationship with my children. I believe that now everything is better and we have a better aura
around us. Even though it took an almost tragedy to make it happen I am glad that our family is
now stronger and united once again.