My Life with O2L

Chapter 1

I'm Alexandria. My life is a chaotic bitch. I'll explain: When my mom got pregnant with me she was fifteen and a freshman in high school. My father didn't stick around for anything. The minute he found out about it he ran. So my mom relied on my grandmother and grandfather (her parents). Shortly after I was born, they died. Afterwards, she couldn't support me. Social workers took us to a foster home. And yes I mean "we". She was sixteen, and still a minor herself. When she turned eighteen she took me and we moved into a one bedroom apartment. I was almost three. That's when she met Derek. He was sweet at first; always spoiling the two of us. They were soon married, and everything went downhill from there. He slowly became an alcoholic and drug addict. Then he started beating me. It started when I was seven. He would beat me when mom was at work. One day she made the mistake of coming home early. She saw it and called the cops and tried to stop him. He beat her to death before the cops got there. I was a wreck. Imagine watching your mother being beat to death at seven years old. It was horrible.

Derek was put in prison. I was taken to an orphanage where the kids bullied me. Saying I'd end up just like my mother one day. They said I should just save whoever would become my "Derek", the trouble and just kill myself. It went on for about two years. Then one day something in me snapped. One of the boys were making fun of me again. He was following me, saying the usual stuff. I don't even remember doing it, but I whirled around and beat him senseless. He was in a coma for two weeks. I was put in the juvenile detention center for six years. When I was in there, I got into a lot of fights. I also started cutting. But when I finally got out, I was fourteen, and I was put right back in the orphanage. Almost nobody from when I was previously there were still around. But that didn't matter. The new kids had heard the rumors.

I was placed in a room by myself because I was "unstable". Within the first year I had attempted suicide three times. I was constantly cutting. I had no friends, and no life.

That's when Sierra came. She ignored the rumors and we became friends. People started talking about her too. She was cutting for awhile and soon committed suicide. I was back to being a loner.

Now, two years later, here I am, sitting in my room. It's mid-afternoon on a Monday. Most kids are in school, but I don't have to go. I "graduated" when I was in juvi. What else was I supposed to do to pass the time?

It's two o'clock. The kids should be home soon. There's supposed to be an adoption today. The kids will be home from school at 2:15, and the adoption is at 2:30. During adoption days I mainly stay in my room. Unless I have nothing better to do than let complete strangers interview me so they can decide if they want me or not. Obviously every time the answer has been no. Nobody wants a seventeen year old. They want someone younger. A cute little kid. I'm not that kid.