What the Eyes Don't See

What the Eyes Don't See

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" We live. We die. That's just life. It's inescapable, but that doesn't make it predictable. Live a little, learn a little and love a lot." These are the wise words of my grandmother and these are the words I find myself remembering when life has me in it's treacherous grasp. Whenever something seems to go right I mess it up, yet these people expect me to help them? I have a gift and a purpose and ,so help me God, I will do it. Even if it means the death of me. Dramatic, I know, but true. Can you imagine, my life used to be so simple - wake up, go to hell (school), be ignored, be hated, play soccer and lay low- but my family's skeleton in the closet just had to ruin that. Now, I fight, but for what side I'm not sure. Come along with me and I'll show you 'What the Eyes Don't See'.
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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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