Redemancy

2.

Amara

I jump out of bed, excited for the first day of school after winter break. I had fun during the holidays, definitely, but I can not wait to go back to school.

School has always been my favourite activity. Okay, it's not much of activity since I'm obligated to go, but I really like going to school.

It keeps me busy, I learn new things, all of my teachers are nice which causes my socials skills to upgrade a bit once in a while and it is super interesting.

The only subject I literally despise is physics. No offence, but it doesn't interest me and it's not like I want to know how electricity works.

It's way more interesting to know how to mix chemicals, how the human body works and how to talk to people from totally different countries.

School is super interesting, you learn new things every single day and you don't even have to do much for it!

I do get a lot of homework but I always try to get it done the same day it's assigned so that I won't have to stress and fret about not being finished with my homework and getting detention.

I have never had detention in my entire life and I think that if I would get detention I would quite literally die.

After my shower, I walk over to my closet to pick out an outfit for today. I live in California, and even though it's winter it's still not cold. It's warm enough for me to wear a skirt, which I love.

I pick out a black skirt, a white cropped top and a warm brown sweater. Underneath I wear black boots that I recently got and am obsessed with.

I barely ever wear crop tops. Firstly, because I'm not allowed to. Secondly, they make me very insecure and aware of my body.

I put mid-length my hair in a loose braid that I put over my shoulder and it falls just over my right boob.

When I was younger I had the longest hair in town. I swear it came over my butt. A few years later I moved, and my foster dad wanted me to cut it shorter, to the length it is now.

Sometimes I miss my long hair, but I don't miss the work it took. It took me hours to get all of the knots out of my hair, and haven't had knots ever since I cut it short.

Yes, I have a foster dad. When I was eight years old my parents left me alone in the supermarket. I walked home, which took me hours because I barely knew my way around town.

By the time I got home, my parents weren't there and all our stuff was gone. The only thing left was my teddy bear, Mr toodles. I have never seen them since.

My foster dad's name is Patrick. He doesn't have kids or a wife or anything like that. We live in a trailer park since he can't afford anything better.

But even though we live in a dumpster, I am still very grateful to him for the chances he's given me and the fact that he has given me a life.