My home is Arcadia Oaks. I'm 15 and live alone. You may say that it's illegal and it is. I had no choice though. My family did not know me. They refused to. You might think everything I say about how I got to this point in life is crazy or stupid but it's all true. I'll begin with my childhood.
I was domestically, physically, and mentally abused since I was 1 ½ to 6 years old. By age 7 the physical and mental abuse continued. 2 weeks before I turned 9 I finally moved in with someone else in my family that was more reasonable. They were concerned that it was too late for me because I've missed so much of life.
Later on down the line, doctors discovered I've had seizures since I was born. My mom and dad were both drug and alcoholics, causing me to be born with dead brain tissue. It wasn't that bad at first but the older I got the more the spot grew. Getting close to the age of 13 many doctors agreed on performing surgery and removing the dead tissue from my brain before it got even worse.
I no longer have seizures but difficulty learning. It was hard to process information and I easily get things confused when they are completely opposite. I was terrible at pretty much everything. My vocab and grammar are very weak. In school, I was removed from preschool and kindergarten. 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, and 8th grade included absolutely 0 learning experience. Why? Nobody took an interest in teaching a child with a disability that they cannot control. They knew something was wrong but didn't care because apparently their "Free Time" is extremely precious to them and it was considered extra work and not worth it. I was just given work they knew I was capable of doing and just passed me along.
High School is tough but I've managed to make it to Junior Year without any failing grades. Since I was a Freshman the adults at school and my family wanted to control my future and everything I was doing now. I am not being overdramatic! I am dead serious! They chose my classes which included 0 electives. My guardian decided who I could be friends with and who I couldn't base on what they looked like and how their family is. Rude as hell and she didn't even bother to get to know them!
I had no problems with the other students at school or my work but at home, life was still considered hell. My family was threatening me but no actions were taking place. They kept saying that I was killing them from a stress illness of some sort and every time I simply said, "Every time you are doing it to yourself. Getting stressed out over nothing." At some points, I felt like I was going to lose my mentality and end up murdering people. It's not my fault for getting that angry though. I've never experienced love or affection. Only bitterness. It makes me hard to love others but I happen to put others who are in pain before my own issues.
I couldn't handle the chaos much longer. I knew I had to leave or else things would just get worse. I needed to come up with a plan to leave and survive on my own. Unexpectedly my plan did work and now I live in Arcadia Oaks, CA alone.
I cut off everyone in my family forever. No point in talking to the people who were terrible to me and criticized me for all the bitterness I felt towards them because I don't know what the true feeling of love is. I'm actually pretty good at being independent. I see myself successful but I know I won't be able to keep this up forever. Nobody has questioned me yet so that's a plus. I've never had a job but I make enough money to live in a custom-built dream home. This summer I will be 16 years old so perhaps I might be able to get a job. My birthday is on April 21st.
You might be thinking, 'Hey, how come you live on your own and don't have a job? What do you mean by making enough money to live in a custom-built dream home?', I said it was gonna sound crazy and not real but everything I say is true. I used good luck chants I found in a witchcraft book to cheat at lottery tickets.
So I'm a crazy daydreamer and wanted to write my fantasy in a story so I could share it with the world. One day I was online looking for stuff on magic to help motivate myself and create ideas for specific events. I came across a book talking about what humans thought witchcraft really was. It looked useful so I bought it. When it arrived in the mail I immediately opened it and started reading. Reading the chapter on magic spells and chants for good luck I thought, 'I guess trying one out for fun wouldn't hurt anything,' and so I did.
The next school day was amazing. I had an incredible amount of luck in all of my classes. Sadly nothing changed at home though. So apparently if you believe hard enough in what's not real, it will become part of the reality that you choose to live in. I continued to read the same chapter. When I saw luck on gambling my heartfelt as if it just burst with excitement or something. It hurt so bad but I was laughing on the floor. It was midnight and my guardian came in and told me to shut the fuck up and go back to sleep. I spoke the chant for sleep and good dreams and went to bed. That worked amazingly. From then on to the end of my Sophmore Year of High School every single day I went to the drug store during lunch and bought a lottery ticket. The kind that 16-year-olds can buy. Each day before and after school I spoke the chant and I was never let down. Every time was better than the last. By summer I had about $33,000. I kept it all hidden in a box in my room.
Winning that money was great but it wasn't enough to support myself so I sought assistance from my sister who happened to be 19. She was having trouble with money and had a baby. Yeah, I'm an Aunt at age 15. I told her I could help her out if she believed in me. I asked her to enter the "Win Publishers Clearing House's Famous SuperPrize Drawing" and if she didn't win I would give her my college money. She didn't like the idea but agreed to it. Before she entered her name I spoke the chant and wished her good luck. She thought I was being silly but went along with it. I told her she needs to believe and trust me if she really wants to win. No negative attitude towards this. She was scared and I reminded her if she lost I'd give her my college money.
About a week later she called me saying that I was right and we won. She was screaming in excitement. I probably would too if I thought it was all just luck. She also explained that she gets to choose someone else in her family to also win weekly money for life. She chose me. Before continuing with our lives I told her that she needs to keep this a secret from everyone in our family or else we'd be in serious trouble. She understood. Both of us kept our mouths shut. I asked her to help me move out into a different house and she gladly agreed to help with the contracting and enrolling me in a new school. She also set up my bank account for my weekly wins and made sure I had access to it before leaving. Then we said our final goodbyes and that was that.
You might be wondering what the rest of my family. What do they think about me leaving? Turns out that they were planning on getting rid of me anyways. I never told them about the money and my sister did the same. I think she actually cut off communication with them too.
Well now you know how I got here and I keep every bill as low as possible. Only my electricity, wifi and Amazon bill is high. I am a computer geek and have a lot of gaming technology.
I live in comfort but not luxury. When I'm not doing anything school-related I'll either be exercising in the basement, playing/working on the computers or dancing in the living room.
Over the summer before I entered Junior Year at Arcadia Oaks High School I spent most hours fixing the house up. There was nothing wrong with it. No damage or anything but every room was just white. The house was a 2 bed, 2 baths, and a decent-sized backyard. I repainted every room except the bathrooms, garage, and washroom.
The living room is now Maroon. I painted the master bedroom a deep purple/blue color and turned it into a gaming room. The guest bedroom is Sleepy Blue and that's where I sleep. A king-sized bed and a dresser are all I put in there. My witchcraft books are all on a wall shelf. The living room had 1 pullout bed couch against the wall and a flat-screen TV. I play Nightcore Music or Workout Videos on YouTube on my Amazon Firestick. The kitchen is an Italian Green and meets the requirements for simple cooking.
I'm on a strict diet so I don't gain weight or become diabetic. It runs in the family. Only once in a while, I go eat ice cream at Baskin Robbins. I never really go to the movies or store shopping. The only time I shop in public stores is for food or other house supplies such as medicine or soap.
In the gaming room, I have wall lamps to display the color and it looks great with my other LED stuff such as my keyboard and headset. Most likely everything in there glows. Even the PC and my chair. The living room has disco lights in the ceiling and in the corners of the room. I do recall mentioning something about playing Nightcore.
I don't really have anything hanging on the walls. I like the house that way. It's easier to keep clean in my opinion. The hallway closet contains most of the cleaning supplies. The hallway is painted a Tan Skin color.
Most of the stuff I bought was off Amazon but some things like the paint and furniture I had to either buy in-store or on a website that does not use gift cards. I knew I would be questioned if I bought these things in public so I asked my online friend Aiden to help me out since he has a Debit Card on his parent's account. He said not in a million years because he doesn't have that kind of money. I explained to him that I could pay for it myself and he didn't believe me. I didn't expect him to believe the lottery and the witchcraft in the first place because he was so mature about life and reality. So I told him I was gonna send him money in the mail to put on his card. I didn't say how much though.
A few days later he called me and demanded an explanation for the $25,000. I told him the same thing as the other day. I won the weekly lottery for life. His parents were speechless. In the end, Aiden did help me out by purchasing the stuff I needed. His dad hauled the stuff over himself from New York. I paid him $5,000 to keep his mouth shut about me living alone and he promised he wouldn't say anything.
I like being alone. It's not as bad as it sounds when you've never experienced what it's like to be loved. I know how to make myself happy but deep inside I've always felt empty. As if something was missing. I am incomplete…