Hi, my name's Leila. I live in NYC, and I'm 16 years old. About a year after I was born my parents became drug addicts and I, of course, was stuck in the middle of it. When they were high, they didn't give a damn about me, but when they were sober(for very, very, short time periods)they loved me. When I was 8 I started to runaway every night that my parents were getting high. It was tough on the streets but it was better than home. One night I was walking with my friend Alex and I found a ring. It was silver and it had the Superman symbol on it. When I went back home that night I couldn't sleep. I thought about the ring and how much it had related to me. I was fighting through so much and I still am, I was being strong and I'm still staying strong. I considered myself to be Supergirl. I am Supergirl. I'm in my orphanage fighting and I'm still Supergirl. I'm wondering where life's gonna lead me but I'm staying strong. That's just me.
(8 year old me👇)
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Fanfiction16 year old Leila felt there was no more hope for life. Her parents had disowned her new years eve of 2014-2015 (her 15th birthday)because they were both drug addicts and forgot how they loved her, once they tried claiming her back when they were so...