For a long time, I was … well, not homeschooled, but I went to a special “facility,” or nuthouse. And I became really angry, rebellious, that stuff. My whole life fell apart.
And there was only one thing that could ever or would ever change it.
Family.
My family. I wanted my family back.
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One of my vows was McDonald’s. Never eat McDonald’s again. Or Fruitopia. That vow was easy. I just told everyone I had seen “Supersize Me” and I thought it was totally gross. And though I had seen that movie and it was so disgusting, that wasn’t the reason. It was the accident. The Fruitopia that was a reminder of my parents’ blood … and the last meal I had with my mom and dad.
Another was water. Stay away from water. That vow was way harder. I mean, I was living right on the ocean, seriously. And I loved swimming. So, basically, after a week of rebelling against going into or near the water, I broke. No, not “my water broke,” I cracked – gave up, you know. Went in the water.
Since the anti-water pledge was busted, I tried to come up with another vow.
It came to me instantly. What I could do, I mean. It wouldn’t take away the fact that my family was gone, forever. But I wouldn’t just be “that orphan girl” all the time. I’d have something to be known for.
Music.
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Teen FictionYou're in the spotlight ... and everyone's waiting to see what you can do. Shadiya Calloway, Nikki Levin and J.J. McQuita are three totally different girls with one thing in common: no real family. They're soon thrown into a complicated world of je...
