Stories. They never really made sense to me. The fantasies.The happy endings. Its all too fake to be a reality.
But I guess thats just it. There not real.
My names Anabella O Del and im 17 years old. My life is what other people would call tragic, but for me, thats just life.
At the age of 4 my parents died in a car accident due to a drunk diver. In which i ended up being put into a foster home and as you all know with that means going in and out of homes constantly. Lucky for me though. I have one year left before im out of this shit tip.
I mean its not to bad. Im one of the oldest here so it means i get a few more benefits like being allowed out and having my own room. We got a new kid the other day and he is one cute lil munchkin alright. Harry already sees me as his sister......Well i think so seen as he runs around calling me sissy all day long.
Foster care isnt really my problem though. Its the rotten.Depressing.Life long fucking nightmare. Thats called Hell ...OOPS fuck.. that was meant to say school.
