My whole story. . .

I’m not gonna say the whole bad things. I’m going to sumerrize my life. Now before I start, I’m a terrible speller, und I’m sorry about that.

I was 12, living in Germany, happy as can be. ‘Til October 21 201o. That was the day, of the accident, the accident. Were my brother Edwen und sister Becca, Mother und Father died in a car accident. I am the only survivor. I moved here in America when I was adopted to this family. But this family is poor, I have 2 siblings. Maxwell, und Emma. Were on foodstamps, were in so much shit right now. When I first moved here I was an outcast. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on, I hated it. I was looked down on, in shame und pity. My sister and brother hates me with a burning passion from hell.  Do I care, kinda. Any way not the point.  Last year I was starting 7th grade, I was confident. Middle of the day my phone goes off, so I asked if I can go to the restroom teacher said yes and I went to go answer my phone. I found out that my Cousin died. He was like my father when I didn’t have one. He moved to America for me. Knowing he is dead now is heartbreaking. I went to the office und said I’m going home, tears down my cheeks, they told me to go and I went home to find my mom und dad drunk. I went upstairs and found all the pictures of my uncle and me together smiling und stuff. I wanted to kill myself so bad. . . I lost the most important people in my life und I didn’t what to do. Months pass by and I make a great friend Jessy. She was a nice girl, who was always there for me. She was funny und smart and helped me with my english. Months pass by and she passes away. A lot of deaths in my life, and I hate the feeling of me loseing every one I know and care for! I wanted to die. Months pass by again and I was raped. . .  i… i couldnt take the pain any more… I was gonna kill myself. just end it… I got over that with my new friends. they helped me with so much shit und I am greatful. Just a few days ago, my sister and dad went out for a couple of hours, but we didnt know that my dad was drunk. 2 hours later, we get a call from the hospital, saying that my dad und sister are alive but barley my sister. She was in acoma, CAUSE OF THAT SICK TWISTED BASTARD!! My dad came out with only a few broken ribs. on Thursday at 9:46 pm, my sister Emma passed away.

That is my story