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✖️Disconnected✖️
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Ongoing, First published Aug 29, 2014
my name is Rachel Collins I'm 19 years old and let me tell you something,every one should know life is hard like really hard. My mom died when I was 6. At such a young age I was independent and I guess I understood what happens. And my father goes off telling people she died of maturely causes, we'll she died at age 42. Every one beloved him and feels sorry well my so called FATHER killed her yes he was abusive verbally and physically but I didn't know enough to kill her I was alone with an abusive father I grew up to be independent. My father didn't really pay attention to my age and I had to put myself in school at age 5 I guess you can say I was pretty smart for just a some young and helpless kid.
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The Best Kept Secret!

7 parts Complete Mature

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?