Where do I start? I am William from Melbourne, Australia. I am 14 year old. For at least eight years I have been living in this shithole known as an adoption centre. It's awful. I have no friends here, the food is horrible, I swear dog food is better. Then you've got the head. They say it's a 'democracy' but in the real world it's a dictatorship. If you disobey her, even in the slightest you are publicly humiliated and whacked. Is that even legal now? I have no friends here or anywhere really. My only friend is Zach from school and even then it's on rocky ground. It's not that we fight or anything it's just that we have been brought up in two completely different ways. Him being in the upper class segment and me being abandoned by my parents when I was about 6. Who does that? I guess my natural parents did. Those bastards. I hope they're dead or at least struggling at life.
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The blue eyed Border Collie
General FictionHaving spent 8 years in an adoption centre William would have thought he would have gotten used to it. How wrong he was. Living in constant fear of the head, Miss Evenstein and her punishments. The food is horrible and fake. The only upside is his b...
