My name is Olivia Patrick and growing up I've always believed that life has no meaning. My life started off terrible, I was left next to a dumpster to die when I was a newborn and I bounced from house to house in foster care. Not one family wanted to keep me, some would beat me and call me a useless crybaby while others treated me like their personal slave. I would stay no more than six months and I would return to the group home ran by Mrs. Rainy.
Living in a group home was not fun and no one wanted to be my friend. The kids at school were mean and made fun of me. In third grade, Ashley cut my ponytails off during arts and craft. She said girls with no mommy shouldn't have hair. I came home a bawling mess and Mrs. Rainy tried her best to cheer me up.
High school was alright and no one recognized me because I went to school on the other side of town, away from the home. No one conversated with me because they thought I was depressed lonely. I wore baggy clothes, my hair was always covered by a cap, and I never made eye contact. I made excellent grades but couldn't afford to attend college because I didn't have money for the application fee.
I graduated on my 18th birthday and the following week, I had to leave the house because I ages out of the foster care program. I had fifty dollars and nowhere to go, so I ended up on a park bench crying my eyes out until I fell asleep. The next day, I woke up to children playing and parents giving me strange looks. With my duffel bag in my back, I started walking around the city looking for jobs.
I applied for countless jobs but didn't get hired because she was a recent high school graduate with no work experience, no references and didn't have a proper address. Night came and I was back to sleeping outside, this time it was next to a church. The fifty dollars disappeared quickly because I had to eat and it wasn't enough money. My life was becoming an endless cycle of hell. In the day time, I would walk the city for miles looking for a job and come up empty handed. And during the night, I would sleep wherever and streets and eat the food scraps of others.
Tired of living on the street, I went back to the foster home and asked Mrs. Rainy if I sleep there during the nights and she turned me away. I never saw her again and that was five years ago. I'm now 23 with no money, no food, no job and I'm homeless.
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Olivia's Survival
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