okay...
i'm writing this story but i think it sounds better as a movie so here is the story as a book...
Did you ever realize that not everyone has the same purpose in life? Did you ever notice the changes in skin color and texture? Did you ever notice that not everyone was the same? Well, I never seemed to notice. Until now.
Im 12. My parents had left me for dead when I was 3. I had a special disease that they couldnt pay for all the treatments. They thought that by getting rid of me would solve their problems. But that didnt work. I struggled by finding my way out of that forest, that cave of horror. I grew up in a foster home. Noone knew my name, so they called me Speechless, because I had trouble talking. None of the adopters, none of the angels as us kids called them, wanted me. They thought that I would be a problem in their life and I would harm their other children. But they were wrong.
I finally managed to find the perfect parent. Her name was Ashli. Somehow, I felt as if Id known her all my life. But somehow, I also felt frightened of her.
that is all i have so far...
and also, idk what to call it...
