wanted↠m.e

one.

drapetomania ;
(n.) an overwhelming urge to run away

↠ mare

Okay let's get things started. My name is Amberly Mare, but I hate using the name Amberly so I go by Mare. Why, you may ask?

Well, it began 15 years ago.

My mom was pregnant with me and was going to a check up. The doctors noticed something unusual and predicted I would be born with a serious birth defect.

Upon hearing this, my mother and father came to the decision to give me up. Just like that, they didn't even try.

My mother gave me the name Amberly, but a nurse gave me the name Mare, which means star of the sea in some weird language beacuse of my ocean blue eyes.

When I was maybe 7 or 8, I had asked what my names meant, and when I heard why my name was Amberly, well you could probably tell why I didn't want to be called that ever again.

I mean who wants to be named by the mother who didn't even want them, right?

Anyways, as you have heard, I am 15 years old. I have long dark wavy brown hair that reaches just above my butt and bright blue eyes, which I've been told I got from my dad.

I've been in and out of foster homes since I was 9, since no one had adopted me. I was born with a hole in my heart, which meant I had to have multiple surgeries and was finally ready to go into adoption when I was 3.

But everyone wants a cute little baby, so I never got adopted. Since being in foster homes, I have experienced a lot of insanely crappy "parents" and foster families. I mean most only took me in so I could be their babysitter for their other kids, which is pretty low if you ask me.

Recently, I've been working on getting emancipated. Emancipation of a minor means you are able to be freed from control of parents or guardians, if the court thinks that you are able to handle adulthood responsibly without the help of a parent or guardian. I mean heck I've been doing that my whole life haven't I?

The only bad part is that I need to get a signature from both my biological parents to sign the permanent release of rights.

Thanks to my social worker, I was able to find where my father works at... sort of. I only found out that he is the football coach at Davidson Day, a school on the other side of town, great.

I kinda, sneaked into Terry's (my social worker) office, and it was the only piece of information I could find without getting busted. But hey, better than nothing.
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A/N
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I won't usually be doing these author's notes since no one reads them anyways, but I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! First chapter was inspired by Life Unexpected ☺️

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