On the day of my fourteenth birthday I went to school and came home to my foster mother’s house. Her name is Margret and she is 66 years old. I’m about her 23rd child to come through her homestead and there are 4 others living here at the same time as me. No one ever knew it was my birthday besides me…... and him. Going to bed that night I remembered ten years previous to the date, the day i recieved the help that was needed.

“NOO!” I woke myself up screaming with the same nightmare that replayed in my head every year on my birthday. I knew how to calm myself down. A nice glass of coke and rum would put my right back to sleep.

At school the next day I was sitting in biology class, alone as always. "Today, we are dissecting your frogs. Pick a partner, make sure its a good one." the teacher announced, I never knew his name and I never plan too. Of course no one picked me to be their partner. "Hey. You."

Either everyone called me YOU or THAT KID . No one ever said Taylor.