My name is Amelia Rose Peterson. I'm 18 years old. At the age of ten, i lost my family in a car accident. Me, my brother and parents usually but I'm the only one survived. I was put on a foster home cuz none of the remaining family member i have is willing to take me in. My grandparents are dead too. My aunt in the side of my mom don't even know about me. Mom only had one sibling. Dad does'nt have siblings. So that left only one option. Foster home. I was adopted about 3 years after, I was 13 years old. At first i never intented to know them but they were nice to me. After 5 years now I'm 18, I can be by myself. They found me an apartment so i don't have to have hard work finding myself an apartment. No one usually loves me litteraly. My foster parents are nice but they mostly are in work, I don't have any friends, I've been bullied even though I'm in senior high. No one loved me started when my family died.
But All Of That Changed When An Irish Leprauchaun Came To My Life...