The Unfaithful Secret

The Unfaithful Secret

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Most stories start of with people introducing themselves. They say their names, their age and whatever else they want you to know. But you see, i'm not even sure who I really am. I don't remember my name, how old I am or even the last time that I took a shower. All I did was wake up in some random strangers bed. Head pounding like hell, and somehow my clothes had just vanished. Strange right? And now i'm just laying here, not moving a single muscle trying to remember who I am. Who I was. And how the hell I ended up here in the first place. I studied the room for a second. Something about it look so familiar but I had no idea what. Then it hit me. On the bed layed a tie. Now it was no ordinary tie. I've seen that tie so many times before. My teacher Mr. Carson used to wear that exact same tie every day when I'd go to school. The longer I stared the more I remembered. This was his house. Just as I was about to panic, the door opened with a loud creak.
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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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