One

Being a person that everyone despises is hard. Not being wanted. Not being loved.

I’m that person.

My parents didn’t want me so they abandoned me. That’s what the people in the orphanage said anyway.

I’m now sixteen years old, and in high school, I have been kicked out of five different high schools in the last year.

I’m in the last high school that would accept me, but I don’t really care.

I don’t like being in school, because of everyone.

They judge you when they hear something about you that’s not even true.

I was judged in every school I was in, judged by people who don’t even know me. I went numb after that. Not caring about nothing and no one.

I still had great grades they were beyond the average of everyone else. They would tell me I can have a great future with my grades but I just didn’t care anymore.

It was just a normal Friday Night when it began.

I was out partying at the time, drinking with some people I knew from the club I would usually go to.

The owner of the club was one of my foster parents.

His name is Robert.

He and his wife took care of me 8 years ago, the club was created after his wife died 5 years ago. He called it after his wife, “Juneice“.

I would go there often when I wanted to drink.

All the people there knew me for who I am and not who they wanted me to be.

What happened to me that day was like a miracle coming from a far away place that I might know.

I felt like I was once there but couldn't put my finger on it.

I met someone and others who I wanted to be with in the future, sure I was messed up as a kid but they didn't care about that they just want me. The real me.

Not having parent, friends, family would make people look at me with pity. I didn't like that.

I was chased out of almost every foster home I was in just because of my behavior.

All they wanted was a well behaved child, but that wasn't me at the time.

I felt like I didn't belong anywhere.

I didn't want to be abandoned like my parents abandoned me.

I hated to feel like this.

I tried to change but that would make people stare and laugh at me.

They just wanted something to do, I guess.

But why did it have to be me?

Why did my parent have to abandon me?

Was I a mistake?

Am I alone in this world?