Chapter 54. Living Hell

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It saddened me to see all my friends in school and watch them go out together and go to football games together. Honestly, I wished I could be a part of that, or be in the boy scouts, or things of that nature.

After we moved to the ghetto, I never had a birthday party again. My ninth birthday was the last party we had in the suburbs before my parents lost their promising careers, careers that only college degrees could afford. 

My friends started to fight me, my very dear friends, when I had to cut them off. They tried to fight me because they thought I was trying to be better than them, and it wasn’t that at all. 

I was banned from interacting with them, and that was the gist of it. Even though my adoptive parents turned for the worse, when they saw potential in me, they saw dollar signs as well. 

They bought me anything I wanted (after making me work for it), and always lent me a friendly ear when I messed up, no matter