Roadtrip
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*DISCLAIMER* I am NOT abused in any way, this is all made up and not in any way real. My family and I are always moving because of my dad's work. My Mom and Dad were getting a divorce. It was hard. What made it harder is that they made me choose who to live with, but we couldn't afford a divorce or another house, so we all still live together, like 10-11 years later. They argue all of the time, and they take it out on me, but I, as of today, refuse to put up with it. I'm going on a little Road Trip of my own. Join 18-year-old Kaitlijn Marie (No, that was not a typo, that's how you spell her name, Pronounced Kaitlyn, spelled Kaitlijn). In her journey to find herself, but in order to do that she needs to get away from home, badly. She comes from a broken home with two abusive parents. She did not go through the journey alone, though. Her best friend Jamarri Hall joined her. He has abusive parents as well. So both of them go through a great journey called life together, and it all started with a Road Trip. (Gotta get that promo tho).
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Hi. I'm Katerina. But all my friends call me Kat. I'm 20 years old. My parents are dead. I got adopted when I was eight. And when I was 16 I moved out. I liked the mother that adopted me but the dad was a drunk and when he was he was a abusive. I have a scar from when he struck me with his beer bottle. So me and my mom moved out and went to live on our own. Almost six months after we moved out she had a heart attack and died. So then I needed a place to stay, I couldn't pay my bills, buy food, or find a good paying job. And that's when I met Niall Horan. He's my boyfriend now. And then Niall let me move in with his family for awhile. I stayed in his sister Charlotte's room. Or at least it was his sisters room. She died in a car accident. So I had the room to myself. I met his friends Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Harry. Then all the boys and me decided to buy our own house. This story starts just after we got moved in. ***Needs MAJOR editing because I wrote this in like 8th grade***

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