A Different Story: Corey's Story

"I Didn't Have It So Easy"

Side note: The Jones' house at the top, imagine a lake not a river in the background.

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Hi, my name's Kyla Tatyana Cortez. I have a different story...

I was put up for adoption when my mom died, I was 5 when this happened. My mom and dad were both drunks. My mom wasn't a drunk until she met my dad, at least that's what CJ told me. I try to suppress those bad memories because I can't afford to worry about how f*ucked up my past is when the present and the future will always be f*cked up too. 

Anyway, who's CJ you ask... CJ is my social worker, Carla Johnson, but I call her CJ for a nickname. 

I love nicknames, almost everyone I meet gets a nickname from me. The reason why I give out nicknames is that I like to be creative and different sometimes... well, most of the time. So when I meet new people I give out weird nicknames or just some lame ones like CJ, but the main reason I give out nicknames is because they're easier to remember because people have weird names nowadays. 

I've had CJ as my SW (Social Worker) every since I was 5, when my mom died. I couldn't stand being in the state where so many of my worst life experiences happened and so I ran away from New York, where I was born, to Illinois where they took B, but I'll explain that later. 

No one knew about the story of my life before I was put into the system because I was never an open person and I kept everything in. Until I met B in my second foster home. His name's Branden Beck Junior and he became my best friend. Actually, he was my brother (not blood) and even though they took us out of the same foster home he remained my brother. 

I usually call him B, but sometimes I call him "Handsome" or just plain old "Branden" because we had that best friend relationship where we were so close, but we had almost all of the boundaries of brother and sister would or should have. 

Anyway, B and I did everything together and from then on we were inseparable. B and I were so close, but I would never date him, that's literally the last person I would date. 

Why? One, it's gross and two he's my brother and we look out for each other and I don't see him in any other way. 

B is the same age as me, actually, he is 37 days younger than me, which for you math haters is about 5 weeks and 2 days. 

We both started kindergarten at the age of 4. We were pretty smart kids, very advanced... I guess, but we were troublemakers. Well I was pretty bad and B followed me, but he had his problems as well. 

I have ADHD, Depression, and anger issues. Anger issues is just code for I'm Bipolar, but I don't like all the labels so I go with something that's sugar coated in a way.

Going on in life I was in and out of different poor and abusive foster homes and so was B. No matter how hard they tried to separate us and keep us apart, B and I would always find a way back to each other. 

Once our SW's said they had had "enough of our games" they moved B to another state. All the way to Illinois. Like always we found a way to communicate and we made a full plan of me getting from New York to Illinois, where he was. We tried to keep the trip as safe as possible and we had to save up a lot so I didn't have to give any men "sexual favors" I was 8 at the time and I hitched rides and walked to bus stations where I got rides with people who would lie and say I was their child and eventually I got to Illinois in the city of Linen where B's foster home was. 

I almost got caught in Ohio by a man who insisted on a "sexual favor" and I really wanted to get to B, but BJ said that he didn't want me to be doing those things. Luckily I got away and got a different ride, but it did set the trip back a day. 

When I got there I stayed at his foster home for a day or two until his foster parents found out and got ahold of CJ who was not happy at all. She told me if I pulled a stunt like that again I would be in Juvie or in a group home and so she found a job in the system in Rock Town just for me because she promised my mother, while my mother was on her deathbed, to take care of me. 

I was thrown around into different homes, but B found a great home in Linen, Illinois at the age of 9. B's home had one daughter named Isabel that was 10 and one son who was 15 and his name was Jake. The parents were both elementary school teachers names Blake Thompson and Kary Thompson. I was glad that he found a home.

As for me... I didn't have it so easy. I was put in my 7th home, then my 8th, which was a group home and finally my 9th in Rock Town, Illinois which was 10 minutes away from Linen by car and 15-20 minutes by bus or walking. 

When I was 11 I found my 9th home which according to CJ was the perfect home, at least that's what she and B called it. It was a filthy rich white family with two sons and no daughters. That's why they wanted a girl, but I was the wrong choice because I'm a total tomboy. 

I was a troubled kid or what Cj called a "special kid" CJ said I would do great with this family. 

One son was 4 years younger than me, he was 6 and his name is Stevie and the other son was 5 years older than me, he was 15 and his name is Steven. Steven was a total nerd and not the cool kind of nerd that people try to be. He laid low and he liked all kinds of anime, dungeons and dragons, and Pokemon. All that jazz. I mean I like some pretty "nerdy" things, but this guy was really nerdy. 

Stevie, however, was so energetic, but he struggled with school, reading, and things like that. I haven't met them yet though. I just stole their file from CJ's office and read it. 

The parents were big shots. 

The mom, Clare Jones, was a very successful lawyer and had her own practice and everything. The dad, Steve Jones, was a construction worker, he ran his own very successful construction company as well. 

Why they lived in a ghetto and hood rat city? I have no idea, but they do... 

Maybe it's cheaper, but if they put their money together, which they probably do, they are millionaires. I literally was amazed by the size of the house. 

B and I grew up in poor homes and abusive homes so this was really new, but I didn't believe in it. It was too good to be true.

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Please. Please. Please. Vote and Comment! I know it's VERY short, but hey it's my first story. I'm learning. Constructive criticism please? Kyla's/KJ's new foster home is at the top or side. Whatever.

Thanks for reading my story! Have a nice day/night!! 

Corey out...