Carly Ridout
English Coursework:
The Events That Changed My Life
My name is Chloe, I’m 15 and I’ve had a very traumatic time over the past eight years. I’m an orphan you see and things haven’t exactly been very easy for me.
Before I start, I’ve heard that some people think that it would be fun to be an orphan, not to have a family and parents to nag and you wouldn’t have any parents setting rules or telling you what to do, but its nothing like that, its in fact the complete opposite. You can’t begin to imagine what its like and I would never wish anyone to go through what I have been through what I have been through. So, here is my story and I hope that I can learn to trust people again, which I hope I will, in time.
It all started eight years ago. I was so happy. I was only eight years old and I lived with Jill O’Connell, but I called her Auntie Jill and towards the end I started calling her mum. I’d only been living with Auntie Jill for seven months when things started to change but it seemed like forever, we really hit it off the first time we meet. I loved her dearly and she was my favourite person in the whole world. She wasn’t just my foster carer; she was also my best friend. My first memories were of her. I’d been with a few families before, but once I moved in with Auntie Jill, I forgot my past, none of that mattered anymore. I looked to the future, and all I could see was me and Jill, together, forever. It was like a dream, Jill was a cool, young, hip foster mum at the age of 24, and I was her little princess. We were inseparable, we did everything together.
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Jill said, although I should have started junior school at the age of seven, she couldn’t bear to let me go, ‘Not even educated can break up the famous duo,’ she used to say to me. So, she taught me from home for about three months, the Basic English, maths and computers. She also started teaching me languages as she had A – Levels in both French and Italian. She said that one day the languages would come in useful because we would travel the world together. That was her ambition as well as becoming famous. But that was where the dream ended. Everything went down hill after that and the dream turned into a nightmare, for me. The education authority got onto Jill and they told her she had to start sending me to school. When she told me, she said that I’d still be her little princess; I’d always be her little princess. She also promised me that we’d still do everything together, but she told me I had to go to school in the day or the authorities would have her locked up and I wouldn’t be able to see her anymore. I didn’t want that, I couldn’t imagine life without Jill around and she reasoned with me by telling me we would still be able to do things after school because it’s not the whole day. So, I started going to school for her. But I Hated school!!! The teacher was old enough to be Jill’s mum, my grandma and she was strict and smelly. Mrs Thompson, I’d never forget that name. She took an instant dislike to me from the moment I joined her class. No – one liked Mrs Thompson, but then again, no – one liked me! Mrs Thompson was so cruel. She was the complete opposite to Jill. School was no where near as much fun as being taught at home and Mrs Thompson was nowhere near as good at teaching as Jill was.
