Unnoticed

Unnoticed

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Hi my name is Amy and i am very uh how do i say this. I am very unusual. I was raised in a dark place. I was 5 when i realized i was there. I was 10 when someone found me. I had no idea how i got there. When someone found me they realized i was not hurt from hunger, dehydration etc. I was 13 when i ran away. I ran away because they claimed me to be a demon and hated me. I was 14 when i found an orphanage that related to me. I went to school later in the month. I was bullied because of my vocabulary. I was 15 when knew how to talk perfectly. That was when i found out i was dyslexic and had ADHD. I soon turned 16 and started to ditch. I also snuck out. I stoped sneaking out when i was raped. I soon stoped ditching and made a few friends. When i found out i could draw i was always out at the beach drawing. I was adopted by an abusive family, but they were strange because they gave my lessons. Magic lessons. They showed MAGIC to me. There is magic in this world? Its a dream. They sent me to a public magic school and i made many friends. I was the only one who had no magic at all out of everyone in that school. I just turned 17...my adventures are just begining...
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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