My Roommate. My Savior.

Chapter 4

(To avoid having a boring filler chapterI have time skipped to graduation. It's a long time I know but I don't want to bore you. At least it this soon.)

(Ali's POV)

Graduation is here and I am ready. You are probably wondering what happened with Alex and that boy. Well, Alex hasn't even looked at me since the incedent and the boy, I haven't seen him or talk to him since.

I pull into the school parking lot and walk inside. I am just about to put on my cap and gown when Mrs. Carpenter comes up to me. "Ali, can I talk to you for a second?" She asks.

"Sure." I follow her all the way to her classroom.

When we get there she sits at her desk and starts talking. "So, I read your autobiography," Oh shit. How did I know she would have a bad reaction? "It was a very touching story. I cried the whole time. Happy tears and sad tears. I thought your love for the Romero family was absolutely beautiful and I would like your permission to read this paper during the graduation ceremony." She explains.

Well, I didn't expect that. I was so worried that she was going to hate it and here we are. She wants to read it to the whole school and their families. "Yeah. You can read it. That'll be fine." I say shyly.

"Great! And do you want to stay seated and anonymous or would you like to come up on the stage?" She asks. Well, I don't want to hide from my past anymore. People will whisper and look but maybe I need to go onto the stage to show that my past doesn't define me.

"I'll go on stage. I feel like that is the right decision." I smile at her. She nods.

"Ok. Go get ready and I'll call you up when it's time." She smiles and walks out of the room with me in tow.

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Mrs. Carpenter just went onto the stage and she is about to bring me up. "Miss Ali Forester." Here goes nothing.

I walk onto the stage and everyone claps and I even got some whistles. "Alright. I asked my class to write an autobiography about their life. The bumpy road that got them to where they are. I also told them that if they could make me cry, I'd give them extra credit. Ali turned in her paper the next day and let me tell you I cried like a baby reading it. So I've decided to read it to you all today." Here we go. My life is about to change.

(Secret POV)

Here I sit listening to her teacher read her paper and I am so glad that Mrs. Carpenter called.

"Story of my life: by, Ali Forester.

You know how sometimes in movies or books the star will be a young girl with the abusive parents or maybe just abusive dad? Or the ones where the young girl had a druggie parents so she went into a foster home or orphanage? Well if you know what I'm talking about, than mush those two together and you'll know my story just by a different author.

Oh no. I might crumble right here on the spot. Because I know exactly what she is talking about. And I'm not sure this is a good thing.

I could tell you, I was born in an ally. My mom was a dope head. Her boyfriend raped me and she beat me after. Then when I finally got away I went into a foster home and they did basically the same thing. But if I said that, it wouldn't be very heartfelt. So instead I am going to tell you all of that but in depth.

Crap, my mascara.

Year one of my life was in an ally, with my biological mother and my "sperm donor." They were both so very deep into drugs I never really had a chance to be a baby. I didn't ever do normal baby things. I think I was probably about one before I had my first meal. But I managed to stay alive.