The Orphan's Cry

The Orphan's Cry

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COMPLETED Editing uncompleted Hi, my name is Kayla Joyce; this is my story of abandonment, child abuse, mental breakdowns, family drama, and broken dreams. This is how I get through the pain, heartache, and shame, how I grow up despite my bad beginning. I was dumped in a garbage bin hours after my birth, at age ten I'm adopted by the James family, but somewhere in-between I was abused. That's my secret, which no one can find out. Does anyone find out? What exactly happened? Follow Kayla's life, as she gets a family, and through her early teen years. I would appreciate if people point out any mistakes, but please don't go overboard, I'm only 15, so expect some mistakes. The first couple chaps will be in 3rd person POV, but then it will change to Kayla's.
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My name is Jordannye Elizabeth Katherine Taylor Michael Jackson. I am now old enough to explain about myself and the first few years I've had on this earth. I was two years old when I was left on the steps of The Children Of Tomorrow orphanage Of Santa Fe, California, by my abductor that I innocently called "daddy." I lived two years with him in complete terror, hell, and abuse. Then a bright light shone when he finally gave me away and I was left In an orphanage, but i didn't really have a chance of being adopted. After all, who would want a little two year old girl with bruises, cuts, and scars all over her and was too meek To speak? Then I was adopted by the king of pop, Michael Jackson. After that, my life became better by the millimeter. Then, something happened that made me realize that I've been living in complete lies. Copyright 2014, October 26. This story is the private property of MichaelJackson_3312. Any other copies or rewrites will be prosecuted.

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