Alcatraz: En personlig fortælling om overgreb og eftervirkninger

My sister and I are in san Francisco, there are so many great people, and it´s also a great city, I

really like the culture. We have lean and watch so many amazing things. But now we sit right her, just my sister and I, we are on the island Alcatraz alone, I liked the place but now I just hate it. I want to go home. I don’t want to be on a stupid desolate island.

Oh I will tell a little about my person, I am 16 years old, I don’t like boys, they are to stupid, that don’t mean I like girls. I just want to be alone for some time, the last boy I trust, fucket me up acetyl I don’t speaker a about him. I am just a normal girl, whit friends, family, school and things like that. And now we sit her and look out, my phone dos not work out her. My sister is the only one I trust

But wait, I can see something? It´s a boy. We talk he´s mane is flex, he is 17 years old, he works as a tour guide on the island Alcatraz, but what are he doing out her? “I don’t have any more gasoline, so I need to sleep out her” he asked why we was out her I told him that we have forgot the board so we were not there on the time.