Our History

Our History

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You know those times, where you find yourself looking at the mirror thinking, How much you've grown over the past few years. Yeah, those were the good old days, a question.Did you ever had those typical groups, that you basically grew up with? If you did, then you must've had one of those typical High Schools and stereotypical groups. I was a part of one, actually, they were like family now. These people was what made me, who I am today. Sure We faced problems along the way, but anything can be solved with just a little encouragement. I was impressed that we made it this far, and a little sad because it was the time where we would let go. I was never a fan of saying farewell to anyone, who was dearly close to me. I'm hoping to see them again someday, but for now let's just wait, and recall "Our History".
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They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?

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