The begining

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We were walking home from the movies when a big man ran and told us to give him our money. We said no and then he pulled out a gun and pointed it at me and was about to shoot when my mother got in front of me. She was shot in the stomach and was bleeding out. And there was nothing I do.

I was eleven when it happened. It was only a year ago when she died. I'm in foster care and my dad left us when I was 9. So now I'm with the andrews.

The Andrews cared about me they just payed attention to there real daughter instead of me. They were like oh Abby you are so good at drawing when she couldn't even draw.

( I really love reading so anybody who reads this if you've written anything tell me I would love to read it!!!!!!!!)

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