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My Life

By: kelle24

James Horton walked away from his younger sister's apartment. She was so lucky to have a loving family, or so he thought. Her father had given him to a couple when he was a baby because he didn't want someone else's child. He didn't know if he should believe that his mother tried to kill him when he was a baby, or not or what Jordan's father said was real. What he did know is that his adoptive family had named him James for their dead son. Sometimes he felt that they were looking at him and studying him to see if he would turn out like their real son would have turned out.

Sometimes he was jealous because she got a good life. She had her father to be with her and her mother for a little while. She had the love of her family and all he had was his family. The family that hated him because he wasn't like their son. He wasn't like their son and never would be. At least his sister could be herself and not be someone else. He hated that.

He hated his family the family that raised him, but that didn't mean that he didn't want to get in touch with his other family. He didn't know whether to blame Jordan for what his life turned out like or not. He did blame her father because if he never got rid of him then his life would have been great. He wanted to know what her life was like and had been curious, but not that curious. He had gone to where she lived, but he didn't have the will to go through with it.

Walking down the street he stared out in to the darkness. He wanted to go home, but he didn't know where home was he thought as he wandered the street.

The End.