"I hate you, you ruin my life!" Those were the last words I heard from my mother before I ran away from home when I was only 14 years old. My name is Jaime Jones and this is the story of my life.
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When I left home I walked from Lakeland, Florida all the way to Miami, Florida. I didn't take a bus or any cars I simply walked. It took me like 2 weeks to get there but it was worth it. Anyway, I was sick of being tortured by my mother, she was so mean to me and I have a sar on my left elbow to prove that she hit me with a bottle of vodka there. Moving on when I went to Miami I stayed where ever it was private like alleys, big dumpsters , and I even slept on the roof of a hotel until a guy named Cameron Carter found me and when he did my life was changed. He asked me who I was and what I was soing here all alone and obviously why I was sleeping on the hotel roof I told him that my whole honest story. So in that case he took me to his HUGE house it was litterally the size of the white house. A nice women who looked like she was in her late 40's named Linda said I could stay with her until I could get back on my feet and I was atleast 18 and I was now 16. I was starting to have a good life, and I couldnt wait to meet my new.... family?
