Forced to live with my Crush?

Forced to live with my Crush?

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Hi my name is Katerina Smit. My dad died when I was 2, so I never really knew him. My mom is the only thing I have. I have my sister to but there's not much she can do. My mom has been through many abusive relationships since my dads death. Just 3 months ago my mom decided we should move to another city , new schools, to restart our life. I loved my mom, she was the only thing I had, so I trusted her that it was a good idea. The city we moved to had a ton of my moms old friends, and really good friends if you ask me. My mom and I didn't have any family left so it was a good idea to move towards great 'family' friends. One day during moving my mom was hit by a truck. I was crushed, broke, so I resorted to cutting as my get away. Since I was fifteen, I couldn't raise my 5 year old sister and stay home, the court said I had to find someone to take us in or we would be put in a foster home. I didn't ask this woman but she immediately took us in, of course I knew her, it was my moms best friend. It wasn't her I was uncomfortable living with, it was her 3 younger daughters, and mainly his 15 year old son.
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Hi. I'm Katerina. But all my friends call me Kat. I'm 20 years old. My parents are dead. I got adopted when I was eight. And when I was 16 I moved out. I liked the mother that adopted me but the dad was a drunk and when he was he was a abusive. I have a scar from when he struck me with his beer bottle. So me and my mom moved out and went to live on our own. Almost six months after we moved out she had a heart attack and died. So then I needed a place to stay, I couldn't pay my bills, buy food, or find a good paying job. And that's when I met Niall Horan. He's my boyfriend now. And then Niall let me move in with his family for awhile. I stayed in his sister Charlotte's room. Or at least it was his sisters room. She died in a car accident. So I had the room to myself. I met his friends Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Harry. Then all the boys and me decided to buy our own house. This story starts just after we got moved in. ***Needs MAJOR editing because I wrote this in like 8th grade***

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