INTRO
I suppose the only way for you to understand me and my life is for me to start at the beginning. So here it goes.
When I was two I asked my father where my mom was and he told me that I did not have one because angels had brought me straight from heaven to him. And I believed that for a long time I was special. But when I turned six all of that changed. My dad became an alcoholic. He would always come home late and drunk. Sometimes home with a different woman every night at midnight and would not quiet down until four in the morning. But I got use to in and eventually just ignored it.
And sometimes he would have me ask people for money and he would take it and he would go and get drunk with it. That lasted for two years. The day everything changed, the day my life would never be the same. The day my dad walked outside, into a busy street and went to heaven to see the angels who brought me to him.
After the funeral, I was sent to live with his. Who was meaner than anyone I had ever met before. She was kinda pretty and in her early thirties and always had on a scold. She would give me nothing but the scrapes from the table, whenever there was a little left. She would not let me go to school because I had ADHD and dyslexia or so she said. But I did not mind because we would just play games instead of math and writing. There was this one game I liked the most. It was called take whatever you could without someone seeing you do it. The only down side about it was that if I could not get anything or if I got caught I was not allowed any food. This is how I made up my other game, called the same as her game but with food. And if I got caught playing my game I was not allowed to leave my room for a week. Which is worse than you think my room was only a bed, a dresser, a closet and a dim light. And she would give me a bucket to use for the bathroom. This made my life horrible.