Karma
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"So you're real name is actually Karma?" The guy ask while almost tripping over his own feet. "Yup." His voice sounded familiar but I didn't bother looking at him. I pull out an cigarette. "You got a light?" "Um n-no, sorry," he stutters. Rolling my eyes I put the cig away. "So why did your parents name you Karma?" I could feel his eyes burning a hole on me. This dude has a serious staring problem. "The same reason I screwed your dad." The guy stayed silent, well that shut him up. I smile to myself imagining the shocked expression on his face. When I turn to see the guys face, my stomach instantly dropped. Fuck! ••••••• Karma's been in and out of foster homes practically her whole life. Her life is a total shit show but her next foster home could have potential to set her right in life. Continue reading to see how she struggles with depression, friendships, and life itself.
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My life used to be pretty boring. Everything was average. Normal family, normal looks, normal house, normal job, normal life. The only non-boring aspect of my life was my best friend which was only because she always managed to mess it up somehow. I didn't really mind much because it kept things interesting. That is until she disappeared leaving me to care for her fatherless child with nothing more than a few hundred pounds and a sorry note. She did ruin my old life. She ruined everything that I'd actually cared for. My parents hated the fact that I was 'throwing my life away' for a child that wasn't mine. Not to mention illegally. I dyed my hair blue in rebellion. My own way of saying "F*CK YOU!" ...They kicked me out shortly after. I couldn't find a decent job in the area and the rumors became so vicious that I just left and never looked back. Old life: Destroyed, unraveled, completely gone. Let's see how long my new life lasts shall we?

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