"Hello my name is Leigh Boswell. I'm currently 13, going on 14 this upcoming November. I enjoy skateboarding and alternative rock music. I attend Thomas Jefferson Military Academy. For those who are unaware of what that is it's military school. I'm a well rounded child and my grade point average is 3.98. I accustom to new surroundings easily. I also can't be separated by my 2 younger sisters. I'm being held up for adoption because my parents were killed in an automobile accident by 5 teenage alcoholics. Please don't go all goo-goo gaga over me because I deal. As you may already see I'm not too emotional. I may not be fearless but close to it. Well thank you for taking your time reading this and for those who are considering adopting me thank you."
That's what I wrote as my description on the adoption papers. I remember when the police officer came up to me exactly a week ago last Wednesday morning. My parents were off to my aunt's funeral, and my sisters and I were home alone. I thought we were in trouble for being home without a guardian, but the truth was too good to be true.
At that moment when the police officer said calmly, "You're parents have just been killed in a terrible car crash," I was crying hysterically. Then was when I realized that my sisters were the only living relatives I had left that live in the United States. My only aunt just died because of Cancer. I had relatives in Spain, but I can't live there. Sure was top in my Spanish class, but that's just basic stuff. If I have to go to school there I'd be the dumbest person alive. Knowing me, I hate being singled out, and being considered not smart. Geez I get pissed when I got a B on a report card.
The next morning was when the police took us to the scene of the tragedy. Oh God, why does this have to happen to me?