The Family Trip

The Family Trip

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Hi I'm Alex. I will now sit down and tell you about what I thought was going to be the time of my life. OK so there I was. A sophomore in high school. Just getting out on his last day of school, and becoming a junior. I was 16 years old, my mom had told me that. We were going, to be going on a family trip. "Where to"? I ask. " Well you dad had a uncle who had just passed away, and he left his house to us. So we are going up there for a little while. So go up stairs and pack some clothes ". My mom said. So I went up stairs and pack my stuff. Dad told me to put it in the car. I ask them both if my friends John and Paul could come along. They both said "yes", so I called them up to see if they could go as well. Both of their parents said "yes". I waited outside for John and Paul to show up. When they get to my house we all jumped into the car, and starting our long journey ahead of us.
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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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