Her Past

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Hi, my name is Tiffany Hannah Miranda Nicole Jackson ,but most people call me Her or when they're talking to someone else about me she because they're too scared to even look at me. I am not a mean girl I'm simply just mean and a girl. Mean girls do stuff like say ewwww if you touch them. I break your hand if you touch me. When I was six years old I ran away from home but it didn't work out because someone found me and took me to the orphanage. Unfortunatly that orphanage had child laborers, but not like in Annie, in Annie they had it easy. We had to do stuff like fix the water pipes because The Mrs. "couldn't afford real workers". The truth was she could, but she would rather watch us suffer. I suffered through that for three months and I had no friends there not even acquaintances. One of the kids.... the red head with freckles if I remember this right hit me with a wrench while I was fixing the dishwasher and the water sprayed everywhere. I was humiliated and I knew he did it on purpose, I just knew he did it on purpose. After a while I adapted instincts to hit people if they touched me in any way. One night when we all finished our and were in our beds, The Mrs. came into our room and walked right up to me and said, "OFFICE! NOW!!!" So I got out of bed, and walked into her office. Then out of no where BAM she slapped me so hard that my head snapped to one side. I was so awestruck that I just stood there frozen and she said "You are a good for nothing lazy street rat and you'll never become more than that."
That's when my instincts came in and I finally reacted by grabing the pen next to me and I hit her with it. I didn't realize that the pen was uncapped or that I didn't hit her with it I stabbed her until the blood ran down her chest and my six year old little arm. When I walked out everyone stared at me and they were horified just like me. I called 911 imediatly, and here is how it went:
Police: 911 what is your emergency
Me: The lady who is in charge of my orphanage just slapped me and I think I stabbed her
Police: You THINK you stabbed her
Me: Yes it all happened so fast I didn't know what was happening
Police: where are you
Me: 2031 Angels Drive New York City, New York
Police: Okay we are on our way
Me: thank yo---
She hung up before I got the chance to finish. The police got there three minutes later with the ambulance. They put The Mrs. on a strecher and they took me and the rest of the orphans to the station. Once we got to the station the lady who was on the phone
"Who stabbed your care giver?" I slowly raised my hand as everyone pointed at me---that's as far as I can tell you for now I might tell you the rest later but for now that's it

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