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it has been four years since i was kidnapped as a kid.Only seven years old and a man offered to give me a ride to school. I have always felt like it was my fault, that I took the offer. I was seven should i have known . Questions i ask my self everyday. My first memory was waking up in a bed and my leg chained to the frame . The next thing i knew i saw a little boy about my age walk in and sit down at the tv and turned it on . i Cryed for hours until the man came to get us . He wanted it too seem like he loved us. But i knew he dident even for a little girl. He gave us a bath and i held my knees to my chest the whole time. After he sent us too bed and in the middle of the night he took me into a room and took of my clothes and took pictures of my little body. 6 years later here i am living on the streets because i ran away with the boy. I am Jamie Gilbert and this is my life.

I woke up under the peir Donnie next to me the boy i had know for 6 years . WE had made a promise t always stick together we havent broken it yet.

Donnie rolled over as i got up i shook him a bit to wake him . Once he was awake me and him wen into the beach bathroom we stripped down and each got in one of the shower. The clothes we had been wearing for the past five days were on a stool . I got out of the steaming water and got dressed. After a bit he did too . I used my fingers to get the knots out of my long brown hair.
"we have to get new clothes" I say breaking the silence
"Do you have money?" He asks ruffiling his hair then looking at me
"I can get some" I say tugging at the last knot and slipping on an old pair of flip flops he goes over to the door and i follow .
"dont tell me you going to do what i think your going to do"
I look up at him and he shakes his head in dissaprovel .
"i have to donnie its the only way"
"you could rob wawa " he says jokingly but i knew he wasn't. I wlaked up to a car and leaned in on the window . I talked to the man inside of it for a bit then got in his car . HE drove off 20 minutes later i came back 200 in hand
"he just had his first and probally his last " I say counting it one last time . Donnie glared at me
"he thought i was 18 " he kept glaring
"whatever ill just keep this money all to my self" He throws his head back and reaches his hand out . I hand him 90 bucks
"what ? im the one who did it not you. YOur not the one that needs to buy a toothbrush just to get the taste out of you moulth"i walk off and he runs after me. MInutes later we walk into a store .Eveytime we got money we had a list of what to buy:
two shirts
jeans
body wash/shampoo(cheapest kind)
toothpaste and deoderant(if we could aford it )
and some food like crackers and penut butter or chips.
We paid after getting all that stuff and we had about 35 dollars left. donnie added it to his wallet. We always saved up the extra just in case in extra money we had 65 dollars . We walked out of the place with bags we went back to the peir and put our bags down. I got out a bag of crackers for us to eat for breakfast .

This is interesting so far. Just a tip, it'll make your stories more appealing if you capitalize what needs to be and space your paragraphs a bit.