Hi, my name's Kyla Tatyana Cortez, but people call me Corey. I have a different story... I was put up for adoption when my mom died. I was 5 when this happened. My mom and dad were both drunks. My mom wasn't a drunk until she met my dad, at least that's what CJ told me. CJ is my social worker, Carla Johnson, but I call her CJ for a nickname. I love nicknames, almost everyone I meet gets a nickname from me. I've had CJ as my SW (Social Worker) every since my mom died. I ran away from New York, where I was born, to Illinois where they took Branden, but I'll explain that later. No one knew about the story of my life before I was put into the system until I met Branden in my second foster home. His name's Branden Beck and he became my best friend. Actually, he was my brother. We did everything together. From then on we were inseparable. Branden and I were so close, but I would never date him that's gross because he's my brother and we look out for each other. Branden is the same age as me, actually, he is 37 days younger than me, which for you math haters is about 5 weeks and 2 days. We both started kindergarten at the age of 4. We were pretty smart kids, very advanced I guess, but we were troublemakers. Well I was pretty bad and Branden followed most of the time, but he had his problems as well. I have ADHD, Depression, and anger issues. Anger issues are just code for I'm Bipolar, but I don't like all the labels so I go with something that's sugar-coated in a way. Isn't that great? Well, all of that is the start to my life... A Different Story.