My name is Scarlett Rose and this is my story.
You could say I've had an eventful 15 years, from a young age I've been in and out of different care homes and foster homes. Being moved around from place to place like a coin. Many of my foster parents would say 'I don't fit in' Just because I'm not like other people, and I'm defiantly never going to change for anyone I hate when people judge you. I don't fit in anywhere I go. I stick out. You could say I'm quite noticeable. I have bright red hair that flows uncontrollably and purple piercing eyes and a collection of lip piercings. There not my natural eyes I wear contact lenses. If I disagree with something I will without a doubt voice it. Maybe sometimes I should keep my mouth shut then maybe I might not be kicked out of so many places but I can never keep my big gob shut. Words just shoot from my mouth and I can't stop them. Honest!
I was one of the unlucky ones; I don't remember my mum or dad as they both died in a car crash. When I was merely a toddler. I know for a fact though that my I'm just like my mum was, I have one family shot with me, mum and dad. That's all I have left to keep the vivid memories alive. I often wish I died in the car that day, but then I feel guilty. I have an aim to live my life the way I want as I know just how cruel life can be. That you have to live minute by minute day by day and well for the rest of my family... They can't stand me. I knew for a fact they would ask me to go round for family meals every few months just because they felt sorry for me. That all stopped when I threw a plate full of food at my snotty aunt. I don't know why, but I haven't heard from any of my family since that moment. Maybe I made the wrong impression.
My earliest memory of my first foster family was when I was fostered by a reasonably nice couple when I was about 7, the Robinsons I think they were called. Then come along their stuck up daughter, Mary. The smug bitch. It didn't take me long to put here in her places then BAM I was out after a matter of days. Sent back to a care home as I refused to watch Mary walk all over me and the least said about what I did to her the better.
It was my 15th birthday yesterday and there's no way to celebrate a birthday then getting kicked out of yet another care home! So here I am getting shipped to yet another care home. This one won't be much different; a care home is a care home in my view. The kids you get along with and the kids you hate. Here we go again... Won't be long till I get kicked out but for now I'm going to be sharing my unique view about my every day life at Elm Tree House and the highs and lows along the way one thing I can promise you is that it will defiantly not be boring, thats for sure.
Not sure about this; Should I continue?