Love by Skylar997 (ebook reader that looks like a book txt) 📖

Hi, my name is Kaleigh I was born January 13,2000. Traumatized, by lies and hate, I am told as an unusual child. Many in school, despise me as another. I am told as "special" by my teachers, yet by classmates I am ignored. I was an adopted child, given away by my own parents. Sure they had a good reason, like money trouble. My adopted parents were very abusive, i had to sleep in a closet. I would sneak to school in the morning when they were nearly dead asleep. They didn't have a lot to offer, but im sure deep, deep, deep inside they loved me truly. I always dreamed of a pet so i found a nearby valley dog and kept it every day. I played with it and fed it over night, then hid it in day. I soon was traumatized by words, and thought myself as ugly and weird


The lord crafted my path, so I will find my rainbow soon, i hope.
Everyday life is getting hard, my "parents" don't feed me or anything! I just go hunting with "Tucker" my valley dog. He is so cute, i looked him up in a book at school, he's a Yorkshire Terrior. He is pure white and fluffy. Im glad i have him, is probably the only one who is close to me right now. Everyone at school calls him "ugly" and "dried out". Looks do not matter in my world. The heart and mind describe the body.

January 1st,2001
Dear Diary,
It has been at least a year, and im in kindergarten. Tucker is getting a little old, but he still runs like the wind. Everyone picks on me now, and all the adults try to avoid me. I am the best student in the school though, yet whenever it is awards day, they pick someone else. I always get straight A's and only got an A- once. I really hate that, but at least it is an A.
I have made only one friend, Cuddles, my fluffy toy bear. He sleeps with me at night when my parents aren't looking. Tucker is my favorite though, because he is alive and we have been there for each other. I just wish my real parents could meet him. Im so exited, I believe one day, my real parents will come and rescue me! Yet,people in school say I will never have a happy ending. I always see them with their parents hugging and cuddling. I wish my parents would do that.

January 2nd, 2001
Dear Diary,
My parents are putting me up for adoption, and im only five. How many times am i going to be put up for adoption? I just hope my birth parents are looking for me. Will they accept tucker, and cuddles? Will they like me? I guess i will have to find out.
Im on my way to the center and i just found out, no pets allowed. That night, i got some pillows, blankets, some books, and a pouch of coins and i ran away. I took the books that said, family and love. I wonder what that means? I studied the books like crazy, but i still don't know what it means. Will i ever find the meaning of love?

January 10th, 2001
Dear Diary,
It's been a long time since i have been to almost anywhere and i haven't found out what "love" means. I hope i find out soon, I guess i can sneak back to school again. I miss learning, and my classmates, even though they treat me like trash. Im voted least liked in the whole school. When i walk down the hallways people stare at me and talk behind my back. Will i ever be noticed, in a good way. Every night i cry myself to sleep as i think about my birth parents. I hug tucker lightly as he closes his eyes. The moon is a perfect circle, and the stars are dim. My eyes start to sparkle as i tear up, think about my parents. I grab my book and start to read as a tear drops. I long for my birth parents. Will they still love me? No,maybe they replaced me and gave me up because i was, i mean am ugly. I started to read and study the books, as i soon fell fast asleep. As i drifted off, i felt a kiss among my cheek and a whisper,"Don't give up on life, don't love those who hate, and never give up. I felt a sudden airy feeling on my hand as I suddenly fell asleep. I had a nightmare i was taken by police back to an abusive family looking for a little girl to hate. I woke up whenever the dream police were dropping me off. I looked around to look for Tucker, he was out of sight. I look everywhere and then noticed Cuddles was gone too. I cried as i stuffed my pillow case with a pouch of coins and my books. I wrapped the pillow case with my blanket and stuck a stick into it. I would carry the blanket by holding the stick connected to it, almost like those cartoon hobo's I heard of in a book. I ran off into the moonlight as i started to cry. Finally after at least an hour of running, i settled in a cold valley. A tear dropped as i looked back at the last time i saw Tucker. I had nobody and I was alone. My tears were wiped away as a airy voice asked me,"Why so sad, your not giving up are you?" I wiped my face and murmured,"Yes, im giving up, what else can i do. I have nobody and im all alone!" An airy touch lifted me up into a lap. My hair was lifted from my face behind my ears. The hidden voice then whispered,"If you give up now, you will loose all your faith, loose your faith and you loose your bravery, loose your bravery you give up on life. Don't give up on life, your too young and have a life to live, you deserve more then this and do not need to feel sorry for yourself. Wipe those tears and go look for tucker, he is here I can feel it." I wiped my tears and murmured,"okay,i guess." I grabbed my stuff and headed off on the hunt for tucker. I felt a disturbing kick in my bag. I opened my back and Tucker was in the untouched pillow case, along with Cuddles. I smiled as i hugged them both. I got some rope and tied Tucker gently to my hand. He carried Cuddles in his mouth independently as a smiled appeared upon my face. I looked for an adoption center that allows pets. I went nowhere and finally settled on a park, that nobody really ever came to. I put my pillow across a rock and put the other under my back. I lay along the pillow and covered myself in the blanket as Tucker settled on my right as he handed me cuddles. I set cuddles down on my left and started to read my books with a nearby streetlight. I was getting closer and closer to my dream of learning what love is. What is love? Did someone make it? Does it last? As i asked myself a load of questions I drifted off.

January 11th, 2001
Dear Diary,
I awoke today by Tuckers tongue on my face. I smiled to him as i packed up my stuff and searched for a nearby small restaurant. I found a nearby hut which sold fish, turkey, and other meats. I only had a pouch of coins but, that was a lot where i was. The owner gave me a map and his finest meat. I ate good and so did Tucker. At the end of my meal i was given two water bottles. I thanked them as i headed off to a nearby, pets allowed adoption center. I told no one my story and was called unusual by some. I didn't care anymore, I didn't care what anyone thought. I met new people in the center, some nice, some terrifying. I like it, and hate it in the same time. I was hoping i would find my birth parents but some of the bullies said i would never get picked because of my background.

January 10th, 2001
Dear Diary,
I have no luck on finding my birth parents or a new family, I guess i should just face it, im never going to reach that rainbow, or the pot of gold, or am i?