So they weren't joking. They were serious. Absoulately serious. They weren't joking when they said that the only house within my budget is a wall, a sink, a fridge, a shower, a loo and an old green sleeping bag on the biggest plot in town. They were serious!
Okay, so I freaked out a bit. I had no money to buy anything. I had no job. No family. I came from an orphanage. My mother abondoned me because of my colours. Mixed berries aren't a crime really, they're just...unusual and rare to be honest. You will get an odd mixed berry in your school, but overall, people like my mum thought it was wrong. So that's why she dumped me in a rubbish bin.
I calmed myself down. I was going to be okay. After all, I had GCSES and A Levels. I wasn't a bad student after all. I could qualify for a good job, and quickly get my place fixed. Yeah, that calmed me down a lot. I was going to be okay.
' I'm going to be okay," I murmured to myself again. The painful memories of my past were the past. No more. I wasn't going to be the mixed Fate Arienne, a shy weird girl with love for anything. I was going to be a young adult, Fate Arienne, strong, succesful, adored. That was going to take a lot of work, but I was willing to take it on.
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