People always start their stories with “once upon a time.” My story starts with death. My parents death. I was 5. People say that when you’re young you don’t remember things. But I remember it like it was yesterday! It was a lovely sunny day the whole family went out for a picnic. Dad was driving mum was next to him. Me and older brother, who was 10, was next to me. Mum turned around and then bang! The car set on fire. I think my brother somehow knew something was going to happen and he threw himself over me so I would safe. He saved me. The police came and thought everyone was dead until they heard me cry. The smell was horrible. I still remember it. Burning flesh and flesh of those who I loved.
I got fostered by a lovely couple the micals. They couldn’t have children of their own. Which is quite sad. They were lovely people. I didn’t realise that till I ran away. I wanted to be a free child and find some of my family.
I am 15 now. I live with my auntie in Australia. She was my dad sister I didn’t know she existed. I go to morr high school. I have one friend her name is Katie. She has parents and a brother. My auntie shows me pictures of my brother from when they were young. They had a massive fall out when my mum and dad got married. She says my mum was too common for dads family. I had no idea my dad’s family were so rich.
to be continued...
