Chapter 1

I hate it when kids yell at their parents because, they didn’t get what they wanted, or, it’s not good enough. They really should appreciate what they have, and the parents they have that love them so much. See, I never really had any parents. They died when I was about three. I don't remember much. The only thing I remember is that mom had the same red hair as me. I don't exacly remember what our red hair looks like because I dye my hair alot. My hair currently is green and blonde, but I'am probaly going to change it to orange and black for Halloween in a couple of weeks.
I was real surprized when my adoptive parents let me color my hair. They said the didn't care how much I dyed it, as long as I didn't cut my hair with out their permission.
Ok, enough about my hair. Let me tell you more about me. I have blue eyes and love dressing in color. My parents say that I'm a 'colorful goth', and I don't disagree with them. I have dressed in goth clothes ever since I was fourteen. It wasn't until I was sixteen that I started dressing with color. I kinda grew out of black.
Now that you know about me, I can tell you my story...

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 11.10.2011

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I would like to dedicate this book to my awesome sister and friend, Anne. She kept me writing,and for that, I thank her.