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Next to you

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My name is Joanna Hart. I was born on October 14, 1994 at exactly eight o’clock in the morning. My mom, Jenifer Hart was just nineteen years old and my dad Joey Hart was just twenty when they had me. They didn’t finish anything. When they got married, they had nothing to sustain me and them. My dad at the very least did everything he could to feed his family. By everything I meant stealing, killing and gambling. But on the bright side, we finally didn’t starve. On my 10th birthday, he was killed by some Cuban gang. My mom was devastated, she got to the point that she tried to kill me. But then came along a man in his early forties who offered Jenifer marriage and a happy normal life. Yes, that’s the man who’s trying to kill me now, my step-dad. She agreed to it of course. But what she didn’t know was that, the man Billy King was nothing like but my dad except for the worst part that he always beats me up for the only reason that I’m not his child. And then when I turned eleven, Judy came and I finally had a reason to live. If the world does not accord to you? What would you do? Will you still believe in happily ever after?
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