(just so you know, i wrote this when I was 13. I'm not stopping you, tho ;) )
You're (Y/N), a young eighteen-years-old lady, that, after long and stressful contemplation and picking among many choices, chosen to become a paediatrician or child psychologist.
Whether it was a wise and reflected choice or more an uncertain, neglected one, your employer is amazed by your performance, especially for a young adult like you.
Therefore, he quickly, and surprisingly for you, sent you into a new sector. Far from your home, and, above all, far different than what you've achieved before.
After a long reflection, you accepted the post and did your luggage to jump in the next flight to England. As soon as you arrived at your new work's place, you met the kids with who you'll spend one year together, that your boss precise to be 'strange anomalies'.
It is how a long, full of sweet and tough moments, adventure start for you, and the children. The more you learn about them, exploring more of their personality and past, the more your opinion, about them, changes, for better or for worst.
/!\ Disclaimer /!\
If you want to requests, to ask me some questions, or even give me criticism (negative or positive) than do it. You are free to say whatever you want while being respectful.
{Abandoned}
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?