Beautiful Girl With An Ugly Past

Chapter 1: My Name Is...

First Person POV:
Hello, my name is Amanda Watterson and I am 16 years old. I have a boyfriend and we love each other so much, we can't be more than 10 feet away from each other. Right now, my life is as good as any life can be, I have a loving and supporting family and a boyfriend that loves me for me. But I can't say so much of when I was younger.
When I was between the ages of 5 to 13 years, I was abused by my parents and was bullied by the other students. My parents would let me starve for 5 days at a time and would say that I was a mistake and that they don't love me. I was very insecure when I was 10 to 13 years because of it. I would cry and I would try to run away but when they found me, they beat me until I was bleeding or until I got knocked out. Teachers at the school saw my scars and asked me what had happened.
For the longest time I would not tell them because I was afraid of what my parents would do. But after a while, I broke down and told them what had happened. I couldn't keep it in anymore, by the time I would have been 15, I wouldn't be here today. I would be 6ft underground with a tombstone above me. But I made the right choice of telling them because an organization, Child & Youth Services (CYS) came to my house and took me away because of the condition of how the house was and because of my parents admitting that they hit me. The Child & Youth Services workers saw the marks on me and there was no way of explaining their way out of it. So it would've been best to tell the truth.
When I got taken away from my parents, they went to jail because of child abuse and I was put into a foster home. I wasn't in there for a long time like the other kids which have been in there for years. But I was glad to get out of there because I wanted a family that loves me, not a family that abuses me and lets me starve nearly to death. And this was the first part of my new life.
Because of how skinny I was, I was bullied. I was bullied to the point that I wanted to end my life. At that point in my life, I didn't have a lot friends. Many people labeled me as a "Bitch", "A Lowlife Piece Of Shit" and a "Cunt." The only reason how I managed to stay alive is because of cutting. Because I was being bullied a lot, I cut a lot. Every scar reminded me everything bad about my life and would cry for so long about it.
I remember the day that I got adopted and would have my new home. A beautiful couple that looked civilized and was hoping to find a daughter looked at me and knew that I was the perfect one. I remember exactly what they said, "Look at her flawless skin and her hopeful eyes. She looks like she has a past but took everything with all of her strength. She is perfect!"
Even though I had to leave my friend behind, I was so stoked to be in a family that accepts me and loves me for who I am. Right now, I wouldn't change a thing in my life. My current friends doesn't know about my past life and I don't want them to know about it. If they heard what had happened, they would judge me and would not like me. They are my friends and I love them so much, I would do anything to stay their friends.