We Aren't Your Average Teens

Ty's Intro(part 1)

I like hoodies. Ain't nothing wrong with that. I don't understand why everyone's gotta be on my dick about it.

I wear my signature white and black hoodie everywhere. To school, work. If this hoodie gets dirty, I have spares for days. Unfortunately my many family's don't like this

Every time I enter a new home, its because the last family didn't like the fact that I'm never seen  without my hoodie.

I'm sorry. Maybe I should have given you a proper introduction , rather than going off about my hoodie.

My name is Ty,I'm 15, and I'm an orphan. I've been in foster care for 6 years  My father is locked up for child abuse and murder. He murdered my younger sister and brother 7 years ago. My mother got into some trouble after dad was locked up.

My mother went down a path of depression, which had no return. This eventually cost her, her life and my arm. Now, this being the year 2156, getting a new arm wasn't hard. But it wasn't socially acceptable.

Nothing about me is socially acceptable. I can't keep a family. I have a robotic arm with things I shouldn't have. And I'm black. Society, thinking they know everything, tried to piece my story together based in what they wanted to hear.

To society, my father was a criminal who deserved the death sentance( which he got) and my mother was a drug loving hooker. She tested different drugs on me to make sure they were safe. My arm became so numb, she  cut it off so I  wouldn't have a useless arm.
( Thanks society, for turning me into a heartless bastard)

I've been eithy 10 different families around the U.S
And all of then rejected me because of what they thought I would become. I'm on my way to meet my newest  family now.
I hope they don't mind my hoodie.

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I don't know if I should keep this going
I'd like to know if I should but maybe I'll end it here
Thanks for reading this 😊