Well...My name is Raven. I got into Teen Titans about..Maybe a year ago when I realized that there was a character with my name and kinda acts like me. So anyway, my name is Raven Rachelle Allan. I am 16 years old with my birthday on November the 22nd. Well...The story of my life isn't important but I guess I'll tell you. It'll take up some space. Well I was born premature. I would of had a twin brother but he died. He was smaller than me. My father wanted a boy but when the boy died, he intantly hated me. My mother and I were the best of friends. I loved her to death. When I was five, I had just gotten home. I walked to school. It was only up the street.

I heard my parents yelling at each other so I took a short cut. The backyard had an opening with a ramp that led to my room. My mother had strictly instructed me that I got that wasy if ever she and my father were arguing. So when I heard a crash downstairs, I was afraid of what happened so I walked cautiously down my stairs. When I reached the floor, my mother was on the ground staring at my father, who had a gun pointed at her face. I hit my father in the back of his legs, hoping that he would fall down. But he hit me back so that didn't work out. Before I knew it, he had shot my mother two times in the stomach. My father had already gotten up and ran away. To my surprise, my mother was able to talk. It was a sappy moment but one I'll never forget. She said how I shouldn't cry because it makes me seem weak. She never wanted me to be weak. But of course I cried because, well duh. Who wouldn't cry if their mother was dying right in front of them. She said that she loved me and all that stuff and that there was a letter that I couldn't open until my 15th birthday. So my father returned when the police arrived, acting like it was a big shock, crying and all that crap. It discusted me.

But I had to live with him for the next four years. During that four years, I didn't have one meal that I didn't make for myself (besides at school), I didn't have any friends, and I didn't have any conversational talk to anyone but my teacher. So I started a journal full of really depressing poems. They started when I was six. I got beat almost every day. The only days I didn't get beaten was when he had brought home another woman. So over the course of 3 years, I had saved up 431 dollars from doing neighborhood work and stealing from my father's wallet when he was drunk. I had to do it. If I didn't, I would only have about 200 dollars. I doubt that would have gotten me anywhere. When I was nine, I had stolen a 20 from his wallet. He was drunk, of course, and he hit me. He had broken my shoulder. So I decided that it was enough. I gathered my favorite belongings and my money and snuck out at midnight while he was sleeping.

I didn't sleep for the next two days. So while I was wandering around in the mall, I came upon the pet store. They had a ball python that they were going to put to sleep because no one would adopt it. I went in and told them that I wanted to adopt it. They gladly handed it over and gave me about a year supply of food for it. Not like rats. They had never fed it any meat. It was a veggetarian snake. I found it a bit weird..But I was a vegetarian too so we were perfect for each other. I named him Barney. He happily stayed around my shoulders for the next day, until the police found me. They had taken me to the adoption place. However, I had gotten put in a foster home because I refused to give up my snake.

I was put in a foster home with an old drunk. Reminded me of my father. He acted all sweet and smart around the adoption people and in court. But I knew he only wanted me for a punching bag and someone to cook and clean for him. He couldn't get a girl so I was the best he could do. I lived with him for the next three years. Nothing really interesting happened. I still had my 400 some dollars. I missed the entire 8th grade. So when my teachers wondered why, they sent Child Services out. They immedietly took me away and put up for atoption not in PA...But in New York. I didn't like it. SO some friends from school took me in as their roommate. I was 14.

When one of them pissed me off, I ran away. Again. I was taken to another police station and to another foster home. I had to live with the most horrible girl in the world. A blonde bitch who hated my guts. She was a total Daddy's Girl. When I was 15, I had a big fight with her. SHe pushed me off a roof and sprained my wrist and ankle. I walked to a gas station with my laptop, snake, and belongings. There, I was found and put in the orphanage.

I had found this chatroom. When I found another girl on there named Raven, I instantly made friends. Over a period of time, I figured out that she was a long lost friend from Pre-K when I lived in PA. We had both moved away and never saw each other after that. I told her my story and she asked her father if I could be adopted by them. He called Social Services and they said yes. So I got on a plane and flew down to Chechotah, Oklahoma.

I now live on a farm with my foster father, and my foster siblings. Cassie-21, Raven-15, Caden-11, Danny-3, and Issac-8 months. We have 43 cows, 4 horses, 19 dogs, 12 cats, 20 some fish, two hamsters, 3 ferrets, 13 chickens, 7 ducks, 9 sheep, 14 pigs, 1 snake, 4 bunnies, and a parrot.

Well..That's it. Any questions, just send me a message. Thanks!

Raven.