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I was born in a little town that was known for its trains. My dad left before I was born and my mom had some mental and physical issues. I had two brother Mark and Chris (fake names). She just couldn't take care of us and so we were put in the foster care system. By that point I was only three months old, Chris was nearly two, and Mark was six. We skipped through many families but kept coming to one in particular. Trisha and Ken (fake names) I remember few things about them. Ken and trisha had four kids already, John, Thomas, Alin, and Juilia. They tried there best to be there for us but they couldn't adopt us. They couldn't afford it. So when I was about three all my brothers and I went to Lena and Jake. We stayed there for about three years, in which time we all were intro introduced to school (I didn't like it). But when I turned six and Chris was nearly eight and Mark was twelve Lena and Jake asked us if they could adopt us. Then, on June 9th, we were finally home. We could finally say mom and dad (I overuse it now) without that gut feeling that no one would answer. I, then was put into catholic school after being baptized at six. In that school I immediately found my niche, and I was popular. Brenda, Eliza, Nikki, Tony,and more were all my friends. Nothing really happened in the next two to three years. A lot of laughter and and a lot of memories. I soon became spoiled and stubborn. But I also learned that everyone is equal, no matter how they start it only matters on what you do with what you have and where you make yourself end up. I earned courage and bravery. I was only eight when it was all ripped away. A new school. A new life. No friends. All given to a stubborn spoiled little brat. I came in halfway through the year exactly. I became mean and rude and selfish. I just wanted to be popular again. I even sat at the popular girls table for half a year, but nothing happened. And yet something did. I evolved. After I had moved I had slowly stopped laughing, started arguing, started crying, but most of all I stopped smiling and believing. So I got help. The councilor was nice a didn't judge, unlike everyone else I had met. He taught me that even the most gifted and spoiled man could become like me if he just looked at the negatives. Just like I was. So, I started looking at the positives. Yes, I was still spoiled and stubborn, but I didn't allow the spoiled part effect how I acted and who I was. Yes I was stubborn but that also made me determined to find somebody I had never thought of looking for. A friend. Someone who loved me for just having the courage to be me. So I decided I better start being me. I moved away from the popular table, because I realized it wasn't who I was of who I strived to be in any way. So I sat up the table at a seemingly empty spot. Then, in come Dianna and Kesha, Karie and Nate. I had accidentally sat in Diannas chair. We've been friends for five years now. Sure, Karie moved away and I miss her dearly. But I gained acouple new friends.. Brady, Alec, Jack, Timothy, and Rick. Sure we have fights and don't agree on anything. But only together can we definantly be everything. That's my story, so if you feel that you have a blank page with nothing to write, then start by doing something worth writing about. And then write. Oh and by the way this might be a fake name but my name is Kat.


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