It was a cold winter's day and Tim 1) was playing in the garden of a big old house. 2) People said that the house was haunted, but Tim 3) did not believe them. He 4) decided to go into the house and see for himself. 5) He listened carefully for any strange noises as he 6) was entering the house. But he 7) did not hear a sound. He was nervous and his heart 8) was beating fast. He 9) was walking down the hall when he suddenly 10) felt someone touch him on the shoulder. He 11) was shaking when he turned around but there was no one there. Scared, he 12) ran as fast as he could out the house. Perhaps there 13) was a ghost in the house after all!
Do not even know what a normal family life . I was adopted when I was six. My mom could not take care of me properly, as she mental illness that makes her a little crazy from time to time , and she also drank quite a bit. I do not know what happened with my dad - I never knew him. So I had to stay with foster parents or in an orphanage to give my mother some time to rehab . While orphanages are good, they are not the best places to live . Mates are always nice and friendly , but you're surrounded by strangers. I must sometimes share a room, and if you do not get along with another girl , it's not very funny. Also, I never know how long I'm going to be here , so I should just keep your makeup in a suitcase under the bed. I had some good foster parents , but nothing else for a long time does not last . If my mother well, I 'm with her, but we only have a small apartment , and I feel that I - is the one who manages it. I'm worried about whether the accounts are paid and to make sure that we go shopping for food. Mom is in the hospital for a long time , so I understand that it will not always be able to take care of me . Doreen , one of my foster mom was a nurse , and she explained to me that my mother is not in order. It helped , because when I was little, I felt that my mother just did not want me . Now I know it was because of her illness. My life is good to some extent. I go to the same school , and I have good friends. Obviously, I feel a little jealous of him when I go to them for a cup of tea. They have a nice place to live , a good family , but they really do not appreciate this - they complain about them all the time! My friend Michelle wanted me to go and live with her, but it's not so easy . For starters, I could not leave my mother alone . When she's healthy, I should be with her . It would be nice if I had a brother or sister , then - at least then I would have someone around all the time. I'm fed up , being independent . I think that Michelle feels sorry for me that I live in different places all the time, but it is so because it is - what I'm used to , it does not seem too bad. I still have my mom , I have my friends , and I know all the staff in the homes . It's not like the fact that I am completely alone in the world. When I leave school I'm going to get a job and get a nice apartment for mom and live in it . Then I'll be able to hang my pictures and get my makeup because I know for sure that I'm here to stay ...
While orphanages are good, they are not the best places to live . Mates are always nice and friendly , but you're surrounded by strangers. I must sometimes share a room, and if you do not get along with another girl , it's not very funny. Also, I never know how long I'm going to be here , so I should just keep your makeup in a suitcase under the bed.
I had some good foster parents , but nothing else for a long time does not last . If my mother well, I 'm with her, but we only have a small apartment , and I feel that I - is the one who manages it. I'm worried about whether the accounts are paid and to make sure that we go shopping for food. Mom is in the hospital for a long time , so I understand that it will not always be able to take care of me . Doreen , one of my foster mom was a nurse , and she explained to me that my mother is not in order. It helped , because when I was little, I felt that my mother just did not want me . Now I know it was because of her illness.
My life is good to some extent. I go to the same school , and I have good friends. Obviously, I feel a little jealous of him when I go to them for a cup of tea. They have a nice place to live , a good family , but they really do not appreciate this - they complain about them all the time! My friend Michelle wanted me to go and live with her, but it's not so easy . For starters, I could not leave my mother alone . When she's healthy, I should be with her .
It would be nice if I had a brother or sister , then - at least then I would have someone around all the time. I'm fed up , being independent .
I think that Michelle feels sorry for me that I live in different places all the time, but it is so because it is - what I'm used to , it does not seem too bad. I still have my mom , I have my friends , and I know all the staff in the homes . It's not like the fact that I am completely alone in the world.
When I leave school I'm going to get a job and get a nice apartment for mom and live in it . Then I'll be able to hang my pictures and get my makeup because I know for sure that I'm here to stay ...