Aquel que no tenia nombre

Aquel que no tenia nombre

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Introducción: Parte primera que sirve para introducir o preparar el desarrollo de algo. ¿Enserio el mundo espera que pueda crear una introducción apropiada con ese concepto? Es como buscar la definición de lavaplatos "Liquido para lavar platos" ok, tal vez sean conceptos muy obvios, pero realmente esperaba al menos 2 lineas al buscar el primero. Como se darán cuenta, soy mala para los títulos, pensé en muchos, pero ninguno me termino gustando. El primero que pensé fue "Narrando la historia de una adolescente" pero pienso que aparte de poco atractivo, esta muy usado títulos parecidos a este, luego pensé en "Narrando historias de mi vida" casi tan malo como el primero. Los números en mi reloj habían cambiado muchas veces hasta que me desespere y me dije "¿Por que poner el titulo al principio de la historia y no ponerlo al final?" así que esa fue mi decisión, mientras narro esto buscare el titulo perfecto para este fragmento narrativo.
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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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