Kylie’s Point of View
Truth. What does truth mean to me? Well truth means a reality when you look it up in a dictionary right? But what is my reality? I have no idea. All I know is that I have to an assignment about truth and what it means to me.
My English teacher gave each person a different topic to write about and she gave me truth. I have no idea what to write about or what to draw. I could come up with some fantasy or I could write something real, no one would know the difference. But the problem with something real is I don't want my teacher to know about me. I don't want anyone to know about me. No one has tried to know anything about me since the first grade. I closed myself off after my parents went missing when I was 6. It's hard to open up to people when they end up leaving you and hurting you.
I know you probably think not everyone leaves or they come back. Well guess what? They don't. When I was 6 my parents went missing on Christmas Eve. I was told the last place they were seen was on there way home from a movie. I ended up moving in with my mom's dad, my granddad, and it was great till I got to third grade. When I was in third grade my granddad died, the day before my birthday. Once my granddad died I was put into the foster care system, and got put with this elderly couple. They died when I was 13. Now I am living with a young couple who just ignores me. I’ve been living with them for 4 years almost, and when the time comes I will get out of here as fast as I can. Well now it’s my senior year of high school and I have one friend and no life. But I have a stupid project that will be read in front of the class on the last day of school.
Truth. What does truth mean to me? Well truth means a reality when you look it up in a dictionary right? But what is my reality? I have no idea. All I know is that I have to an assignment about truth and what it means to me.
My English teacher gave each person a different topic to write about and she gave me truth. I have no idea what to write about or what to draw. I could come up with some fantasy or I could write something real, no one would know the difference. But the problem with something real is I don't want my teacher to know about me. I don't want anyone to know about me. No one has tried to know anything about me since the first grade. I closed myself off after my parents went missing when I was 6. It's hard to open up to people when they end up leaving you and hurting you.
I know you probably think not everyone leaves or they come back. Well guess what? They don't. When I was 6 my parents went missing on Christmas Eve. I was told the last place they were seen was on there way home from a movie. I ended up moving in with my mom's dad, my granddad, and it was great till I got to third grade. When I was in third grade my granddad died, the day before my birthday. Once my granddad died I was put into the foster care system, and got put with this elderly couple. They died when I was 13. Now I am living with a young couple who just ignores me. I’ve been living with them for 4 years almost, and when the time comes I will get out of here as fast as I can. Well now it’s my senior year of high school and I have one friend and no life. But I have a stupid project that will be read in front of the class on the last day of school.