I???m April and I???m a survivor. No not like the show, those people secretly have juicy burgers and fries and cr??me brule waiting backstage; where as I have no, food, no water, no home, and no family. I try to think that I never had any family and I never will. Get married and have kids? Not exactly my priority. My whole life I???ve done what I can to be fed and have a clean (yes, clean can come before many other necessities, trust me there have been incidents) bed to sleep in. One day when I was staying at this extremely crappy hotel I rolled over in my bed to find, you guessed it 50 gigantic roaches staring intently at me. Fun, I know right? Not! Those little suckers scare the crap out of me, guess that???s basically my only weakness! Staying as clean as possible in places as clean as possible well, that???s involved stealing, and once I a while a slight knock in the side of the head to certain hotel owners with certain rocks. I happen to have never gotten caught either, because not having a mother or father you don???t exactly have any set boundaries.
My parents left me on the cool, slimy, doorstep of an orphanage, but I was already 12 and never thought my parents could do such a thing, and no, I know exactly what you???re thinking. No, this was not a rickety home for girls with an old lady screaming that she wants the floor to shine like the top of the Chrysler building and lightning shooting down behind it like an old movie, this was a home for both girls and boys and thank goodness because when I was 12 I was a sporty little girl who would whip a guys butt daily.
Sadly, when I turned 14 I was sent to, you guessed it, Mrs. Lanes???s home for girls. It was horrible and let me tell you that floor was not even close to shining any brighter then my old sneakers, and if my life was an old movie there would have been some serious lightning and thunder and evil MWHAHAHAHA action. I was out of there after 2 hours of ???DO THIS??? and ???DO THAT???. With my curly blonde hair in a layed over my tan back, my dirty blue jeans, ripped navy blue shirt, and light blue eyes alert and ready for anything. I set off to find a life for myself; I never thought it could begin to end so quickly.
I slowly turned fifteen then sixteen and just a few days ago seventeen. I was old enough to have a license but, I was basically homeless so that one sort of sorted itself out. I never wear makeup (ehhhh does dirt count?), I never giggle or say ?
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