Complications

Chapter 1: A little Background

P.S. The picture is Allison (In High School)

My life was never normal. Let alone easy. When I was born, my mom gave me up for adoption. I was stuck in that stupid adoption center for 8 years before I had finally found a way to escape.

You see, I would sneak out at times and go to my lemonade stand (I know what your thinking, but can you blame me? I was only 7 when I decided to start raising money like this) and sell a glass of lemonade for $1.00 each.

The first time I snuck out I found supplies from an abandoned hardware store to set up the lemonade stand. Then I went out and picked lemons from the lemonade tree by the adoption center. Finally, I took all the other supplies I needed from the kitchen of the adoption center including napkins, cups, ice, and so on. Then I returned to the corner of Alicia Highway, where I had set up my stand, and started selling.

After a year of sneaking out at the exact same time everyday and selling lemonade for 2 hours before returning, I had made enough money to buy me and another one of my friends a bus ticket to Bakersfield, CA.

The other guy I took with me had covered for me while I was gone. He was my best friend, but I lost him on the way to Bakersfield. He fell off the bus halfway there, but I didn't know what to do. I've regretted that day ever since.

And from there, everything changed...

 When I first arrived, I sat down on a nearby bench and pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil from my backpack I had brought with me. I started to plan everything out. First, I got a job as a dog walker from a friendly old man. He was the only real person I trusted until he passed away and I had to find another job when I was 14. He kind of took me in and offered to homeschool me and give me a place to stay for a while after he had learned about my troubled past.

When he did pass away, I had to find another place to stay and another job before it got too late and someone found out I was supposed to be in a foster home. I found work as a waitress and earned enough money to buy myself a computer and sign myself up for school. I also found a part-time job as a baby-sitter. But this time I wasn't very fortunate with finding a shelter. The only place the I could barely even call home was a shed I would sneak into at an old Home Depot.

At school, I failed to find friends because of my newly-found disability: Dyslexia (which I eventually overcame). But I would always sit by myself at the back of the cafeteria, most of the time just closing eyes and wishing I could start over.

Sophomore year was when everything just fell apart. I was kicked out of my shed at Home Depot. I was then fired from my waitress job, and I rarely babysat because the person I mainly babysat for was old enough to stay home alone. So homeless, broke, and needy, I struggled to find new ways to survive. So here I am, 16 years old, slowly dying, and wishing for a miracle to happen.

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Hey guys! :D I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Complications ! I know it's kinda depressing...but can you blame me? I had to find out some  way of showing you this girl's background. But just wait for the next chapter, coming in about 7 days... :p Oh, and sorry for the horrible cover... don't really know how to work that cover app (NO JUDGING) but I'm working on it. See you guys soon!

XOXO -Caitlin <3