The Assignment of Life.

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How do you write about yourself. You have all the facts yet when it comes to putting pen on paper, you blank. I've been staring at this paper, leaving it to sit, and starting over for months now. Where do i start. My birth? Best Memory? Or the worst. This english assignment will be the death of me I swear. We have till the end of the year to write “The Story of Us.” I guess the question is, do we really know our story like we think we do? Ive been told before that everything happens at once but our minds cant comprehend it so everything happens in slow motion. Maybe none of it actually happens and life is an hallucination. There goes my mind again, back to procrastination. The real reason i get nothing done. Maybe I should lie and make my life seem extremely amazing. Parents that love each other, in fact maybe my real parents. Every clothing line I've dreamed of having but first a bigger closet. Someone to sit next to at lunch or maybe someone who understands me. F___ it I dont even understand me. I am this complicated problem on a worksheet that everyone tries to avoid. The story of me is that I'm a mentally messed up teenage girl that spends her free time listening to Mayday parade and scrolling through the non ending world of Tumblr.

I glanced at the clock and it was 1 AM, now Friday. I looked back at my paper and it read “My Story” By Kallie Fitzpatrick. I've had since August and it is now October and this is all I have. My house is silent with the tiny Tick-tock sound of my black, square clock. I sat at my desk by the window and eyeballed the moon while concentrating on the sound of time.

Being 15 and being part of more families than a married person isn't as fun as it would seem. The Green's took me in as an infant. Of course all I remember are their stupid baby voices while talking to me and the sweetest dog ever. When I turned 5, Molly and Joe Green passed away in a car accident. I was kinda upset but what really got me was having to say goodbye to Brownie, their dog. I was then sent to a foster home which had 5 other kids. There was Skyler, Lilliana, Violet, Cedar, and Chris. Skyler was a 3 year old with blond pigtails. She always kept to herself. Lilliana and violet pretended to be twins because they were both 7 and had green eyes and brown hair. Cedar was 10 and was always goofy. He got in trouble for his pranks all the time. He was like my older brother. We would sneak outside and play hide n seek in the woods. No madder what he was always by my side. Chris was 16 but was trying to get emancipated. He was quiet and had precious blue eyes that always lit up the room. He didnt want to talk to a 5 year old, of course, so he didnt. I know him by his blue eyes and that is all. I was in this foster home for 3 years until i was 8. By then Chris was gone, Skyler was adopted the year after, and Lilliana and violet were still there. Cedar was now 13. Him and I were both taken in by an older couple. Maggie and  Jeremy Martin. This was the home that gave me trust and anger issues. Cedar and I only had each other at this point. i remember one time at breakfast, Cedar knocked his glass of milk on the floor not meaning to. Jeremy rose from his chair yelling while Cedar said he was sorry over and over. Jeremy took him out back behind the house. Maggie got up and started cleaning the mess. I asked her where they went. Her response will always be in my head. “Cedar is just being taught a lesson, like at school.”  She said it in such a cold way I had chills and knew we weren't in a good home. Cedar came into my room that night and he had a black eye. My 8 year old mind didn't know what to think. He told me he was okay but I knew it was a lie. He Kept telling me, “I’m going to get you out of here sis.” Whenever I asked about him getting out he was silent and then said “I’ll be coming with you but in a different way...Just remember your heart is powerful.”