May 2, 2012
I’m a bit nervous about leaving home. I’ve never
been outside the United States before, unless you count Canada. It’s
not like I’m leaving much behind, though. My parents were killed in a boating
accident when I was nine. My uncle Calvin and Aunt Priscilla took me in
on their farm, and I didn’t exactly “feel the love,” I should say.
He never
beat me, but he shook and pushed me. And she looked the other way. Nope, I won’t be missing the two of them, but I
will miss the horses. And my dogs. And Melinda and Jack from the stables. Other than that, I don't really have many friends.
Why don't you count Canada, lol! Sorry about your parents. Mine died too when I was a kid (I was 12). So I know. You were more fortunate than I was, because you had relatives take you in. Maybe getting away is the best thing for you.
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