To the person who finds this bottle. I am so glad that you have found my message. My name is Samantha. I am 18 years old. My parents died in a car-accident when I was 4. I moved in at a foster family, the Johnson's. I've never met more evil people than them. They mistreated me every day. Burned me with cigarettes, locked me in the closet, they even cut my hair and made me go with suit.
Every night they screamed at me "we searched a boy!!. And there are you, a little stupid girl"?
On my 10th birthday, nobody was home, just me. Sitting in the corner of the kitchen, looking out the window.
I jumped out I decided to run away. I ran and ran and ran. I ended up in a park 4 kilometers from home.
There I met Melissa. Melissa was 13 years old, she told me she lived in the park. She was really nice to me. She showed me her “home”??a crate with some old blankets and a guitar. She played for me all night and told me that was how she got money for food. Played on the street.
Melissa asked me to move in with her, because she felt very lonely and then she promised to take care of me. She bought me a guitar and taught me how to play, so we could play together in the streets.
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