The Life of Kaitlyn (Book 1)

Chapter 2

The next week or so happened so fast that I really didn't know what to make of it all.

I was put into a foster home and that's were I stayed for a few months. No one there really cared about me because my parents actually had wanted me and didn't abandon me like the rest of the kids parents had. Unlike everyone else there their parents had abandoned them and mine well just died.

I was ignored at the foster home and was left to fend for myself at the age of 3. I was adopted a few months after starting to live at the foster home. The family was amazing and seemed to care so much about me. They seemed to love me like I was their own.

It was when I turned 4 and the adoption was finalized when everything seemed to change. When we went to court to have all the papers done and have the adoption legally finalized. The judge at the end of the session looked at me dead in the eyes and asked me if I wanted to lived with them and truly be adopted as their daughter. Duh!! I said yes and figures I would seeing as I thought that the family was amazing. I was gonna end up an only child but I didn't really care I had a new home and a family that would love me and take care of me but boy was I wrong.

We got home from the adoption and my new parents forced me to move all my stuff into the basement where they told me I would stay. I wasn't given any help moving my stuff. I had to do it all by myself. They let me have a bed so I guess that wasn't all to bad.

The years went by and I lived basically like a personal child slave to them. I always had school but when I was there I always acted as if nothing was wrong and everything was normal. I didn't want anyone to know about my life at home because of how bad it was. So at school I acted like a totally different person but when I was at home it was back to being abused and left like the girl that didn't existed. The sad part is I did existed because the still used my name even though sometimes I wish it wasn't my name.

I hit my high school years freshman year at a new school sounded like a great thing and it was amazing. This is where my full story begins. No more detail on my younger years its time to get into the part of the story that really matters.