Me, Kidnapped? Naw.

Me, Kidnapped? Naw.

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My name is Faith Love Lopez. I was 12 when I was kidnapped when I was home alone. I was waiting for my sister to come home. I have chocolate brown hair with light brown natural highlights, chocolate brown eyes that light up when I'm happy or excited. I'm now 15 years old. I still live with my kidnappers. They're surprisingly nice. There's one girl, her name is Daniela but everyone calls her Danny. And there are 3 boys. There names are Zack, Max, and Dylan. Oh yeah tomorrow is my birthday. I will be 16 tomorrow and my friends aka my kidnappers are taking me out to eat + they said they have presents for me! I might as well tell you how I got kidnapped and how I learned to trust my kidnappers after all these years. It all started when I was 12 years old and waiting for my sister to come home from her Job.
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About 4 years ago; I lost my temper, Went nuts under the pressure, Cracked. Call it whatever you want, it’s not going to change anything. I was normally such a calm person; the kid that always followed the rules, always listened. But I think it was because I knew something was wrong and when all I wanted was an answer it’s exactly what I didn’t get which led to my... outburst. And after that they kept coming, started being about smaller things and becoming more violent, it scared them, what I did to the car, what I almost did to my dad, and everything after that; it all scared them. So I was sent here which I bet it was a blessing for my dad, it’s not like he ever wanted me. Now I’m almost eighteen, but it’s nothing special really, just another kid in an orphanage. I know it means that I’m going to be released soon, but I don’t think I’m going to make it till then, my sickness is becoming worst; not that I show it. This is me now, the new Sean.

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