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As I walked into my house late last night I was yelled at and slapped in the face for being out "to late" it bothered me that my own birth parents didn't treat me right. I know deep down they love me but it didn't seem like it. I believed every word I said until one day I went to the attic where I was forbidden. I found my birth certificate. The real one. Karen and Geoff Payne. I neveer said anything knowing I would be punished for going up in the attic so instead I saved up money to fly to London, where I would get concert tickets,V.I.P. and meet my brother Liam Payne, member of One Direction. He is 19 years old now, I am 16, for 16 years I had a family that abused me but I wouldn't have it any longer, I would find my biological brother and parents.
Hi, My name is Serophina but everyone calls me Zero. It kind of fits my life, or at least that is how people made me feel. I never let their words get in my way, I know I have no friends and I don't have a loving family but so what? Heck I doubt that you don't have something wrong with you! just because I never really was able to make friends because of how my birth parents treated me. I never wear shorts and t-shirts because I have bruises from my dad. Sometimes I feel like I'm not loved and I wanted to know more about my past so I went up to the attic. I was always told it was haunted an that some little boy died up there but I never believed it. Now it was time for the truth.
Truth is it was haunted by dust, spiders, spider webs, and huge rats! I knew they were lieing, I started to look through boxes and boxes until I came across adoption papers and a birth certificate. Karen and Geoff Payne? Who are they and why did they sign my birth cerificate? Why was my last name Payne? Why are there pictures of my, two girls, and a boy? I so confused!
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I was in my room doing my homework when my dad came in. He glared at me like I did something wrong.
"Why did you do it?" he asked kind of yelling at me.
"Do what?" I asked and immediately regreted my answer that I gave him. He pulled me by my hair and led me downstairs. He threw me down on the ground and picked up a birth certificate, my birth certificate.
"Why did you go in the attic!" He yelled so loud I swear the whole world heard!
"I didn't mean to I swear!" I pleaded trying not to get slapped again. Wrong decision. He slapped me until my face was numb then went upstairs and locked the door behind him. Great no supper, not like I really ate anything really, some people thought it was a diet when really my parents didn't give me much to eat in the first place. I promised myself that one day I would be famous and meet my actual birth parents. Meet my siblings, and get a decent meal. Even my grandmothers didn't give me enough food. More like table scraps from everyone's plates and they rarely ever left table scraps! All I'm saying is that I need more food! I'm always hungrey...sheesh wonder why!
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The next morning I couldn't stand up, my legs were broken! My own father came down here and broke my legs while I was asleep. I would call the cops but oh wait I don't have a cell phone! My parents don't have tons of money, I steal money all the time and I have three part time jobs saving up for my trip to London! I couldn't wait, it is my senior year and almost had enough saved up in order to go to London and live there for the rest of my life! I was naturally beautiful, no make-up! I always wore what I wanted to and not what was trending at the moment! Right now my clothes were dirty and I couldn't stand! I had school to attend today but I guess not seeming as how I was locked up in the basement with broken legs! I was actually used to it, then a doctor comes down helps me with the healing proccess I stay home in a wheelchair for a whole week and then I went back to school like nothing happened. My like isn't the greatest but I just know that soon I would be away from here, in London, meeting my real brother! I dazed off not realizing until my dad slapped my face again. Why couldn't life be easier!
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Finally! School was over I graduated and I had enough money to go to London! That night I snuck out of the house not making a singal noise as packed my bags with all my stuff and left. Forever away from them, my abusive dad and non-caring mother. I knew somewhere in her heart she cared but didn't show it. I was now gone out of their lives, with only 2 bags and my purse I was off to a better world. Where no one knew me and my real family was, where I might find true love. Where everything would be perfect.
