The Vogel Boys

The Vogel Boys

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"Kyle?" I ask the man standing in front of me, I rack my brain for where I've seen this man before. Then it hits me. I last seen this man/Boy 4 years ago. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm Addison Rose Clarke. I'm 16 and have 3 siblings. I once lived in England for most of my life, then moved to Missouri for 4 years and now I'm moving to Arizona. I try to hide my accent because it reminds of my older brother, who disappeared. But to another subject, I Love my life and try to make everyone happy, until about four years ago, I had gotten tough learning hard valuable lessons in life. But you'll end up learning why I had to toughen up, why we moved and why we're moving to Arizona. Follow Addison on her journey through lies, betrayal, friendship, and most of all Love! A/N sorry! The descriptions will get better once I get farther into the story!
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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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