Hello, well my name is angel. I'm 18 years old and live in Australia, I have blonde hair and bright blue eyes, i'm tall and tanned.
Everyone from other countries say that I so lucky to live in Australia, be in all honesty it's not what it's made to be like. It like living in a jail and there's no escape.
When I was nine years old I was the happiest I have ever been. Me and my stepdad byron where best friends and I thought that maybe I could finally have a father, I did for about six months but that my sister came to live with us. And that's where everything went down hill.
Everyone stared to forget about me and eventually it came to the point that I could leave for days and no one will notice.
When it was time go me to go to high school my mum started to pay attention to me. She always tells people that se sent a innocent angel to school and a evil devil came home. In the sox hours tab to was there something about me changed.
I started to smoke and hang around the wrong people, I was getting into fights everyday and never lost one. Everyone in the school started to fear my name and would day that my name shouldn't be angel it should be devil. I honestly didn't care tho I loved who I was and didn't want to change it.
By my second year old high school I had been to jail, had done every drug you could name and everyone in Australia knew who I was. My mum ha finally had enough of me and sent me to live with my sister that lived 17 hours away.
She told me to Change who I was cause she didn't know who Iowa and I was not her daughter.
I knew i knew I was going to change when I moved to my sisters, and I was going to make sure of that, when I first got there my sister talked to me for about 5 hours about what I've done to myself and that I was going to end up dead if I didn't stop, me being me I was being stubborn and didn't believe her.
When I went to my new school I refused to talk to anyone, they all knew who I was and kept there distance, but there was one person that caught my eye and I wanted to get to know them better.
About 4 months went by and I still hadn't changed or talked to anyone, my sister was not going to give up tho, she knew I could change and knew It would take time.
That one person tho I couldn't stop thinking about them, I still wanted to get to know them but I Jew they weren't going to come and talk to me so I had I make the first move.