My Shot- An Adopted by Janthony story
My name is Luella and there are somethings you should know about me. I'm 15 and an orphan. I was put into the foster system when I was 10. I was naive and didn't know anything about the real world. I had to grow up fast. In my first home I had to play big sister because my foster parents never took care of any of us. I had to cook for my foster parents, myself, and my three foster sibling. I left that home after a month. I got bumped around a lot. Abused a lot. I got used to it. I had no feelings. I learned never to get attached. The last foster home was the worst. I was abused everyday, some days worse than others. I was never fed. They never let me leave the house. I had to sneak out when they went to work to go to school.
The last straw was when they broke the picture frame the hold the last picture of me and my birth family. I got so mad at them, getting a horrible beating. I ran away that night. I could take it anymore. I packed my backpack; My phone (even though it's only good for music), a few clothes, my two books, the photos I still have of my birth family, and my guitar. As soon as I was out of the house I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I used the money I took from my foster mother's purse to get onto a train that was new york bound. For the first week I moved around a bunch. Never stayed in the same spot twice. I begged for food. I still had money left but I needed to save it.
For now I stay in the shadows. Not wanting to get caught and sent back to the foster system. I was never going back. I just have to keep moving forward.