She's a Freak

Carleigh

Hi there. My name is Carleigh (pronounced like Carly) Adams. I'm 16 and I live in Santa Cruz, California. I live with my foster parents, John and Allison and their son Jonah who's 14.
I was put up as a foster child when I was 12. My mom was diagnosed with Stage 3 Lung cancer when I was 9 and she died a year later. My dad sorta went crazy without her. He spent every night at a bar and came home drunk off his ass. He lost his job but continued to drink. Our neighbors saw him get out of the car drunk and they called the police. He was arrested the next morning. But enough of this sad stuff! Here's some about me.
Favorites:
Color: Teal blue
Song: Missing You by All Time Low
Bands/ artists: All Time Low, 5 Seconds of Summer, Boys Like Girls NeverShoutNever, The Summer Set, Stereo Skyline
Book: Paper Towns by John Green
Food: EVERYTHING!!!!!
Drink: Dr. Pepper
Person: my bestfriend, Nat Graham
So Nat has been my best friend since before my mom died. We met in 3rd grade when our teacher put everyone in pairs on the first day of school. We talked all day long and instantly became best friends. Later, I found out that he lived right down to street from me so we spent everyday together. He has seriously always been there. When we were 8, I fell out of a tree and broke my leg and he carried me inside. When I told him my mom had cancer, he sat with me for 4 hours telling me it was going to be okay. He even went to the hospital with me when my mom died. He is seriously the best friend is the whole world.

Oh! There is another thing you need to know about me. I don't talk. I can, I just don't. I haven't since the night my dad was arrested. I never told anyone why. I just stopped. I won't tell you why just yet. You'll find that out later. But it's something really bad. That's why I've kept it to myself for so long. Of course people have tried to get me to talk. My foster mom has even taken me to psychologists that say they "want to help me" but I just start having panic attacks and Allison usually ends up in tears. I know she cares about me but it drives me crazy. John knows that I hate it and has tried to get her to stop taking me, but she won't give up. I just want to be alone most of the time.

School is another thing. Since I stopped talking, all of my friends have stopped hanging out with me. All of the people I was friends with in elementary school can't stand the sight of me. To them, I'm a mute freak with no friends. I could disappear completely and they would never notice. I want to tell my parents, but that would only make things worse. Nat is the only one who sees it happen and I have begged him not to tell anyone. He sticks up for me as best as he can and that's another reason that I'm so grateful to have him. He's on our schools football team, so everyone thinks pretty highly of him. Well, most people do. The other players and cheerleaders are the worst. On the first day of high school, one of the cheerleaders poured her soda on my head. My hair was all sticky and gross and I smelled like grape Fanta the rest of the day. Thankfully my parents both work late so I had time to get a shower before they came home.

So yeah! Pretty happy life, right? I guess that's all you need to know about me. Bye!