I have a back story that starts like this: I was adopted because my mom took drugs while i was around her i was only 1 yr old and then i couldn't go live with my dad because he was in jail for stealing so i went to a foster home for few years and then i went to court to see if i was staying with my foster parents or my grandparents house. Well, i found out i was going to go live with my grandparents so i stayed there for two years while they abused me then when i turned 7 i ran away then the police found me they ask where i lived i said " no where " so they put me in custody ( adoption center ) that was when my foster parents i stayed with adopted me. I was happy for that reason to be let free and move on with my life so when i finally reached fifth grade i started stealing like my dad did it was a really bad habbit to be issued with. So thta year i almost got arrested so i never stole again. Right now im in 8th grade hoping i could get aboy to hold me in his arms i would love to make new friends.
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