Who am i?

Who am i?

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Moving to another country is the hardest moment of a person's life. Fair enough if it is to move to another city in the same country. Sigh well just got to get used to it; this is the family i was raised by; secret spies. Professional spies;only with mind that could even beat Einstien! Learning the new language of the country is easy. Though is sometimes hurts to know if my parents didn't give me up or die, i could have had a normal life; if they were spies which is unlikely, it might not have hurt that much but because i don't know it hurts more. Just as i thought my life couldn't get any worse; i had found…
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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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