Chapter 1
Hi I’m Alisha no I’m no one important and I don’t want to be. I’m writing this because I need to get this off my chest soooooo here we go. This started a long time ago when I was a born I was born a drug baby. My mom was on drugs when she had me so I heard from my aunt and uncle that I’ve been in foster homes ever since. That’s where I went when I was 6 years old.
That was right after my birthday. The day before we went to a friends and when we went home my parents were drunk they let me drive. Not the greatest idea for parents but then again my parents weren’t the best either. But anyways I wrecked the car that night. It’s all kind of a mystery from there. I remember waking up in the back of the van my mom was bleeding from hitting her head and my dad was hysterical. He got me out of the the car and we went to our friends house. I don’t remember much after that except going to school the next day. That’s day my teacher saw the bruises on my back and I’m back into foster care.
This time I was going to my aunt and uncle people I only met once in my life. This may seem tragic to you but as a 6 year old I was shy and never connected much with people so this was nothing. I mean I did miss my parents at first but after a while it felt normal. My parents would visit and then they would leave.
But during this time my aunt taught me what I needed to know. They fiat part of that summer was summer school at home because I had to repeat kindergarten because the first time I didn’t come half of the time and I didn’t learn anything. But my aunt was a persistent person and she helped me learn everything thing I needed to. So by the time kindergarten started I was ready and I was also getting used to my new home.
