Hi my name is Jessica and I live in Boston. I'm 13 years old and yeah... How would I describe my life? Messy, sad and not normal! Well, that depends on what you mean by 'normal'. So under normal I understand a lovely family with you loving people and many friends. Whether this is normal, I don't know, because I have none of both!

Today is a whole new day. I wake up, wash myself and make my way to the erging room. Uh and it is a hall because I am teaching in a Children's home. And if you think "oh wow, maybe she doesn't even have to go to school and doesn't always have to go through this stress with her parents", then wohoo! You are really lost! I have to go to school and my first wish would be for me to have parents with whom I could argue!

Anyway. When I arrived in the hall, I sit down on a seat, since it is still relatively early, I am here with a few others the only one and does not have to "fight" for a place. Ok, that's a bit over the top, but sometimes everything is full, for example on Wednesday. There was only one seat left next to our home manager and nobody really wants to sit next to it!

The home was opened about my birth. At that time I was even more than small, which is logical then. I was released immediately after my birth for adoption and since not many knew of the home, I was even not even adopted. The years passed and more and more children came here. At least I'm not alone anymore. I know almost every person who works or lives here and I think that's really cool.

I have eaten meanwhile, which was not so difficult, because I eat for breakfast only yoghurt with fruits. I put my plate in the kitchen and since the older always make their own food and wash up, cause they need to be self-employed, I'll do it. Here in the home I don't have so many friends, but even less in school! Some don't like school and I ... Yes, I hate them! The only thing that is great are the excursions.

For example, we did a trip to a park last week, you can probably guess which one was in New York. Well, I had big fun because there was not just the park there. There was someone else in Central Park. It was... "Dddrrrriiiinnnnngggg" my phone is humming on the table and I can only think of one thing: oh shit! The school starts in a quarter of an hour and the bus goes in wait, wait.. fuck! In one minute!!! I have to go I'll miss him! such a crap! I run into my room in a sprint and get my bag out.

The bus is almost always late and I have to take advantage of that. I'm still running out in the sprint and almost stooping Mary, one of the caregivers. She is just beginning to catch herself and I'm just shouting "sorry the bus .." and she just looks at me a little angry but also compassionate.

She is one of the people why I feel comfortable here. I keep running and see the bus coming from far away but he doesn't drive to the stop but away from her. "Shit!!" I almost scream and see only the shadow of the bus, which bends just around the next corner.