Abused

Hello, my name is Amara.
I am currently 17 and working and I live by myseld in the middle of the woods. U want to know why: well heres my reason:

Amaras Das Pov.
*Why did you touch my FUCKING candle.......Amara you could of had been burned........Amara answer me.....NOW!!!!!!! Fuck this. I grabbee her color of her shirt tgrew her on the ground and set arount of her fire . All I heard was help someone help.......and tgenthen crying soo.........much.
Amaras Pov.
I was screaming then the flame touched my foot I lookee around trying to see throught my constant stream of tears and I saw the flame rise up. My father put out the fire and said: Why were ya crying I told you not to cry. He grabbed my arm and twisred it, then smacked me across the face. I didn't cry though.

That night I got up and ran to the nearest orphanage home and said what happened and I got to stay there till I found another family. After I had stayed there a week everyone kept on making fun of me and hitting me so I hit them back. Even though im a little lady I still did. When I wa fourt I stopped trying and I just took my one and only suitcase and I ran away again except.........I didn't know where to go. Iran to the woods and foung a small out house. I knew I would need a bigger house so I had went to tge nearest house and after dark I crawled in and stole what lookee like 1,000 dollars. The next few days I went and I got wood and tools and made a little house I might of only been four but before my mom died she tought me everything thag I needed to knoe. With th remains of the money I bought clothes food and blankets and a cooler wity ice and if course. ..........candles.

Notes

Hi this is my first story so plz don't hate and tell me how u think

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