I stood on the side of the road, staring across the street. The road was empty. I took in its emptiness when I realized a rather large shoe box across the gravel, 20 feet away from where I stood. I stared intently at it. 'Deja vu,' I thought. I had definitely sen this before.... but where?
Suddenly I could see a tiny arm reach out from out of the box as I began to hear crying. I gasped. There was a BABY inside that box! I began to kruis the straat when a car zoomed by, almost brushing my nose. I tried to kruis again when another car zoomed by, just barely missing me. Soon the quiet straat transformed into a straat with cars zooming by, as fast as race cars. But I had to get to that baby. I could feel the baby dying... slowly dying... I began to cry, knowing that I was 20 feet away from saving this child's life as dozens of cars zoomed in between us....
I shot up in my bed. I covered my face with my hands and sobbed. I had that dream-- AGAIN. I have that dream at least once every few months. But no one is ever there to comfort me, to hold me, and to tell me that it's going to be okay.
That baby in my dream, the one in the shoe box on the side of the road, trying to stay alive...was me. When I was a little over a maand old I was abandoned and left on the side of the road in a shoe box in Doncaster, England. I was found door a four jaar old boy who took me home pagina to his mum, who luckily was a nurse. The scary part is-- I had died minuten before the little boy found me. When his mum checked my pulse and found I was dead, she called 911. They luckily got my hart-, hart running again.
I owe my life to that four jaar old boy.
I'm 16 now, so that must make him 20. I don't even remember him all that much. I was put in an orphanage for 3 years until I was finally adopted. Until then he had visited me once every two weeks, seeing how long it took him to make me smile. The only thing I know about him is his name-- Louis.
I was going to meet Louis someday. That was my life-long goal.
Suddenly I could see a tiny arm reach out from out of the box as I began to hear crying. I gasped. There was a BABY inside that box! I began to kruis the straat when a car zoomed by, almost brushing my nose. I tried to kruis again when another car zoomed by, just barely missing me. Soon the quiet straat transformed into a straat with cars zooming by, as fast as race cars. But I had to get to that baby. I could feel the baby dying... slowly dying... I began to cry, knowing that I was 20 feet away from saving this child's life as dozens of cars zoomed in between us....
I shot up in my bed. I covered my face with my hands and sobbed. I had that dream-- AGAIN. I have that dream at least once every few months. But no one is ever there to comfort me, to hold me, and to tell me that it's going to be okay.
That baby in my dream, the one in the shoe box on the side of the road, trying to stay alive...was me. When I was a little over a maand old I was abandoned and left on the side of the road in a shoe box in Doncaster, England. I was found door a four jaar old boy who took me home pagina to his mum, who luckily was a nurse. The scary part is-- I had died minuten before the little boy found me. When his mum checked my pulse and found I was dead, she called 911. They luckily got my hart-, hart running again.
I owe my life to that four jaar old boy.
I'm 16 now, so that must make him 20. I don't even remember him all that much. I was put in an orphanage for 3 years until I was finally adopted. Until then he had visited me once every two weeks, seeing how long it took him to make me smile. The only thing I know about him is his name-- Louis.
I was going to meet Louis someday. That was my life-long goal.
I was peacefully asleep and in a dream when my older brother, Louis started being loud and abnoxious. "Louis shutup!" I yelled. "You will never silence me!"Louis yelled back. As he stood in my doorway I threw a hoofdkussen, kussen at him but he just threw it right back and ran downstairs. I got up and closed my bedrrom door so I could get dressed. My blonde hair was curly, as always but I looked like crap with being sick and all.
I threw on some sweatpants and a black tank top, boven because I was just gonna have a lazy day. I walked to the bathroom and put on eyeliner but that was it. Afterwards I walked downstairs and Louis had his bandmates over already. I walked into the living room and everyone looked my way. "Hey Lottie." Niall said. "Hey Charlotte." Liam said, smiling which I thought was absoloutely adorable. "Hi." I zei quietly and blushing a little. I liked the fact that only Liam called me Charlotte.
I threw on some sweatpants and a black tank top, boven because I was just gonna have a lazy day. I walked to the bathroom and put on eyeliner but that was it. Afterwards I walked downstairs and Louis had his bandmates over already. I walked into the living room and everyone looked my way. "Hey Lottie." Niall said. "Hey Charlotte." Liam said, smiling which I thought was absoloutely adorable. "Hi." I zei quietly and blushing a little. I liked the fact that only Liam called me Charlotte.
*the door klok, bell rings*
kaitlyn: ill get it
mom: ok
harry: hi
kaitlyn: 00
0
louis: wow cute girl
liam: he means to say can we stay wit you
kaitlyn:let me go ask my mom
* go's up stairs*
kaitlyn:hey mom can some people stay over
mom:ok
kaitlyn:thanks
* go's down stairs*
kaitlyn: u can stay
niall: thank u so much
zayn: do u think you'r mom and dad and brother and sister like a strand trip
kaitlyn:yah
zayn:ill give them the tickets
all but zayn: ok
kaitlyn:so hey
to be contued
kaitlyn: ill get it
mom: ok
harry: hi
kaitlyn: 00
0
louis: wow cute girl
liam: he means to say can we stay wit you
kaitlyn:let me go ask my mom
* go's up stairs*
kaitlyn:hey mom can some people stay over
mom:ok
kaitlyn:thanks
* go's down stairs*
kaitlyn: u can stay
niall: thank u so much
zayn: do u think you'r mom and dad and brother and sister like a strand trip
kaitlyn:yah
zayn:ill give them the tickets
all but zayn: ok
kaitlyn:so hey
to be contued