Ghost girl.

me my life and i

it was kinder-garden when i first came to this hell hole. the year was 2006 my first day i cried my eyes out i didn't want to come here. i now know why, when i was born i would talk to corners or star at nothing and laugh. my family has a long line were we can see ghost. my mother can i can and my grandmother can. my brother is the unlucky one but to me hes lucky. I've never asked for me to be able to see
ghost i would give it away if i could but i cant. its in my "blood" as my family says to me they say I'm lucky i say I'm a experiment gone Wong I've never agreed with my family at all. we don't get along at all. its not good but with all my "little friends" around I'm never alone. it sucks a lot but I've gotten use to it over time. I'm 15 now but nothing has changed with me. Anyway the little girl with the princess dress on is me. My name is Angel and I'm going to tell you the R-E-A-L=REAL story of my life. Only two people at my school know about this only because I trust them. I may trust them a little to much but that's me.

I'm 5 at this time but i would talk to the ghost more and more as i grow up but the more i Google them the more they scar me. Yep that's me the girl that lives in a nightmare it sucks so much but at the same time they help me.
They annoy me but I always think that they are my only friends in this world. I mean I have friends but they are different. They're like the kind of friends that mean when they're going to be there they will be.

I've always wanted a friend-ship like that. Any friend is good enough for me though. What's the point of being picky about friends. Who does that anyway. If you get a chance to make a friend then take it. It's better than you think.

But back to ghost girl. I've seen ghost for a while. Well ever cents my mother and father put me up to adaption. Yeah I'm a foster child. But I keep my homes for at least 3 to 4 years but the parents usually take the kids in foster homes for the money they get. I've had that happen to me a lot more than some people think. So I guess having some real friends and some ghost ones aren't that bad.

I get yelled at when I'm whispering to someone or whatever people think I'm doing. If I close my eyes long enough they tend to go away. One of the ghosts are one of my best friends though. He's was a very good kid. His mother decided that she didn't want him anymore so she put him in the system with the rest of us. I haven't seen him in a while though. He hasn't been coming to visit me.

being a foster kid has so many things wrong with it. one because you or i cant find anyone like us....everyone is so different. its kinda sad.i guess i never get use to them or it. i always have a feeling that I'm always alone, not loved, not wanted. its kind of depressing. i mean think about it...most people have family's have family's that love them...others have family's that give them everything...then some have nothing like me...i always cry at the fact and when i say this i might seem selfish but i want everything..this is a real story about my life once again and it mite seem fake but its not.

I'm living my everyday life in madness looking for a way to make it all end.