I tried to tell him. I tried to tell him to stop. He didn't stop. But that is way too far ahead in the story lets go back to when I was born. My name is Octavia Dream Jones. My mom is 16. My dad... I don't know where my dad is. He was just not there. My mom had me and didn't want to kill me. But she didn't want me either. But how could I blame her. Who would want me? So she put me up for adoption. They tell us every day in the "home" that someone out there wants us. Maybe that's true for every one else. But not for me. Who would want a trash 16 year old who has wanted to die her whole life. I know I wouldn't. I have been living her since, well since, I was born. I am still here because no one wants me. That's okay though, I'm use too it. I got really bored one day. Like super bored. Like that point where you would rather be doing anything and everything, than what you're doing right now. So I asked Susan our home manager for some paper. I've always been kind of frightened by her so I was scared at first. But she gave me paper and a pencil and I sat down at my bunk and began to write. This is when it all started. When I started remembering things. I didn't necessarily wanted to remember. But I had too. Too know what I needed too be. And to know what I needed to do. This is me.
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This is Me
Teen FictionThis story is about a girl named Octavia and what has happened her through out her life. She has struggles but always seems to make it back up again. Maybe one day she won't. I guess you'll have to read to find out.
