Peoples, who don't say anything, have the most to say.
Disclaimer: We don't own TMNT, but I do own my OC Star and her dog Duke
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Just my Story:
It is so hard being so young and losing something so important, this is my story. I wasn't raised by my birthmother because she didn't want me, so she put me up for adoption. The day I was born, I was given to my adoptive parents; they had a sixteen year old son named Steven. I grew to be a healthy…adventurous two and half year old. I had no idea that my older brother hated me, that he wished that I was never adopted.
When I was around two and half, my brother went ballistic one night while our parents were out on a date, and he was watching me. He set the apartment building on fire, and he held me up to the thick black smoke, each breath I took, I inhaled the smoke, letting out cries, until the world around me became dark. When I woke up, I was in a room unfamiliar to me. My mom crying over me, she said that Steven was disappeared, and if they had not found me in an alley during the fire, I would have died, but that didn't save my voice…the doctors said that the smoke damaged my vocal cords severally, and announced that I was mute.
Four days after, I felt like I was being watched by a guardian angel, then I realized, whoever was watching me, was the person who saved me from death. Then one day, the presence was gone, and I felt alone.
But here I am, fourteen years later, being trusted to live on my own, and in a few months, I'll be turning seventeen, my parents won't be here, and my aunt and uncle won't be here, just me, my lab Duke, and my art.
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So how is it, Please R&R!!!