Hi I am rose. I'm 9 years, old my blonde hair goes down to my wast. I have eyes as clear as blue sapphires. Everyone wishes they were me. They don't want to be me. When I was two my mums boyfriend hit my head so hard it cracked my skull i lived but mum refused to leave her boyfriend so the social services sent me to my dad. Big mistake he was still upset about mum leaving him. When he breathed his hot drug breath it sent shivers up my spine. I was there a year before he hit me. The next door neighbour Mary Came rushing in hearing me cry there was blood on the wall were the bottle hit my arm she called the hospital and they sent an ambulance. Then she called social services as she was told the hole story of my life. The social services took me away from my dad and the only think I have left of him is a scar on my left arm under my elbow. Now I am in miss Sarah's adoption house for girls.
