My name is Heather. I am 17 but i feel as though i am 100 cause i have had to grow up fast. I eight years ago I lost everything. I was only 9 years old.
I once had a home and a loving family. Once my belongings could barely fit into my bedroom now they comfortably fit into one bag. It is strange how quickly your life can change in one night. Anything could happen. Me well my house and family went up in flames eight years ago today. It was all my fault. Mum told me not to play with the candle. She trusted me. I killed her. Her and Dad. Then what did i do the coward i am i ran away. I ran and ran until my legs gave up and then lost and confused i collapsed and cried myself to sleep.
Since that terrible night i have scratched a living. Since then i have gathered a selection of items that i can call my own. Most of it is school stuff. I try and go to school whenever i can because i know that i need to learn to maybe one day get a roof over my head but firstly i need food. I try my best but i have no friends i'm not bright and i can't keep up to date with the work. The only thing that i am good at is music. I used to have a guitar but that went up in flames with the rest of my old life but i can still sing and although i dont have any drums i am always tapping things. I so wish that i could just hold a guitar again, i wish my school taught music but it is so crap that it doesnt it only teaches the 'essencials'.
Anyway here i am in the park trying to get comfortable on the bench which is guna be my bed for the night. Thinking of how it got to this. How my most prized posession has gone from a TV in my room to a small crappy radio which if things keep going downhill i may have to sell for food. I hope it doesnt come to that music is the only thing that keeps me going. I dont know the names of any artist or any songs but i do know the songs because i just skip through the channels until i find one that i like.
Thinking is never good when you want to go to sleep i really wanted to listen to my radio but it was low on battery and who knows when i can next afford to charge it i cant even afford food at the moment. Atleast because of school i know that i will get fed at least 5 times a week but today is friday. Unlike most kids my age i hate fridays simply because it is a long time until my next sure meal. I always worry on fridays i usually listened to my radio on fridays but i had to stay strong, save battery for when i really need it like in a few weeks when it is ment to snow. I hate snow it is cold.
Eventually after lieing there for god knows how long i caved in and got my radio out. I out it on its lowest volume so as to save battery and not draw attention to myself, because there are some horrible people out there. I went from station to station listening for a song when i feel across a song that i had heard once or twice before that i had particually liked. I have no idea what it is called but it has a beautiful piano and i find the lyrics really inspireing because it is about ordinary people doing extradinary things and it makes me think that i can maybe one day get a better life for myself. Maybe. Yes maybe one day i will be in the Hall of Fame like this song suggests. With that thought and a mental note to copy down the lyrics of that song in my scrapbook when i next heard it i fell asleep.
