The Hard Way (Non-fiction)

The Hard Way (Non-fiction)

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In the beginning, it was beautiful. We were four girls who liked each other very much, held common interests, and had interesting personalities. We hung out together frequently and knew each other well. I felt so happy and wonderful. I never wanted this friendship to end. But one day something went wrong. She didn't trust me enough, but all I wanted to do is to help. What are friends for? Soon, the smiles and laughs faded. Our chats around my schooldesk lessened. They no longer grinned at me after one of my famous jokes-- instead they stare at me, cold and empty. What did I do wrong? And how could I get them back? Would they even take me back? Of course they would! After all... they are my truest friends ever... right?
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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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