More Than Life Itself~Ch.1

Now if you thought this was going to be a happy go lucky

story, then you were surly mistaken. And if I were you I

would get up, and walk away from your computer right now,

because this is far from a happy story.

Hello I am Danika Meyers, I am 15 years old, and

live in Pennsylvania. Now this is not my real name I am just

hiding my identity from people who may be looking for me.

Anyway, I am short but not too short, whatever that means.

I have brown hair and blue eyes, but I was origionally

a blond until I grew sick of it and decided one day to dye it.

Now like I said, if you don't like sad stories then I suggest you

stop reading this.Are you ready.Ok now that I got that all out in

the open,shall I continue.

Now to clear any confusion you may get later on in the story....here it goes

.....I was adopted.There that wasn't so bad was it.Anyway, my dad was an

abusive asshole who is now in jail for a long time,and my mom....well, she was

pretty much to sum it all up...a whore.I have 2 other half sisters, who I love

dearly.And they are:Lily,whom is 16, and Chasity,whom is 17.They are

the most wonderful two people in my life, that I will never give up.Well,

continuing on......After I was born my mom felt that she couldn't take care of

Me, Chasity, and Lily, since she had been 17 years old with a hangover. She

also, couldn't bear to be a single mother to three children,and also be screwing

every "Joe" in town. Also, being high off her "rock" every night, it just wouldn't

work. So, she did what all single, teen mothers would do:"Let's go to moms' house."

So, she did, not considering the fact that her mother was a sickly woman dealing with

cancer and had already been taking care of other kids of her own, and my

mother just left us there.Well, of course my grandmother couldn't take care of

all of us, so she adopted one of us, which was Chasity, and she had to find a

family for me and Lily. It had seemed like god answered all of our prayers

because my grandmother had found a family for us, which was amazing.It had turned

out that this family couldn't have kids, and had really wanted them. They had found

us through someone the wife had worked with, and they decided to meet with us right

then and there.

We were small, fragile little beings who desperately needed someone to love

us, hold us and care for us.It was sad, but we got our wish.

Love seemed like a wonderful thing, since I had a family.It felt like....Oh I can't even explain it.All I know is that it felt wonderful.

As time grew on I was able to walk and talk, and cause trouble for everyone,but I was loved anyway.Now you know that every young child has a tendancy of getting into trouble?

Well, "trouble" was my middle name.Every time you turn around I was either breaking things,putting on a temper tantrum or the best of them all "fighting with Lily".Well its a sister thing "right"?