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My name is Chloe and since my mother died, I was forced to change foster families a few times, and honestly, those were a tough couple of years.

My Mom was a nice person when she wasn’t drinking. The problem was that she was drinking almost all the time. Honestly, everyone in our family hated her and didn’t want to have anything to do with her because she was always asking for money and causing problems for everyone. So we had almost zero contact with anyone else.
When I was 14, she went into the hospital, and, well... she died. I couldn’t believe it and I was in, like, a haze, so it was hard to understand what to do next. At first, they wanted me to move to my grandfather's house, but he said he never wanted anything to do with my Mother or me. He didn’t even come to the funeral.
Almost no one did, in fact. It was only me and her brother’s family. He had a wife and a daughter, a year younger than me. Nobody even talked... and I felt so alone. The family of my uncle decided to take me in, although honestly, they really didn’t want to.

I didn’t want to either, because I knew they secretly hated me and my Mom. They had all these rules for me, that they never had with their own daughter. We shared a room and she would get angry if I touched her stuff, although I needed some of it. For example, once, I really needed socks because each pair I had was old and had holes, so I borrowed hers and I didn’t have time to ask because I was late. Later, she told her parents that I was stealing her stuff and they got angry at me, even though I tried to explain myself.

I didn’t want to spend time “at home,” so I would stay out late into the night, and when I would come home my uncle would be angry at me and then they would let me do even less. I basically could only eat and sleep in their house. I didn’t even have enough clothing to go anywhere.

They would sometimes have a family dinner and I wasn’t even invited, so instead I would eat alone in my room. It wasn’t like they were openly against me being with them, but secretly they were.

The only thing that helped was my friends from other cities, you know, we talked through Facebook. They would really help me when I was feeling down or when I wanted to cry, which was almost always.
Because the conditions were bad in the house and they didn't have enough money to take care of me, soon I was put into foster care. Suddenly, I was living in a completely different house, with a completely different family, and it was even crazier.

These two, Mr. and Mrs. Collins, had two other foster children, and they were kinda nervous and aggressive, they would look at me like I was their enemy and we never talked. At the same time, the Collins's would shout at each other ALL THE TIME, like they shouted more than they talked. They were constantly arguing and I was wondering how people like them could become foster parents. They probably did it for the money, because they didn’t provide us with anything more than food.

They were strict, too. They even took our phones away, so I lost all of my online friends as well.

They only allowed us to use the fridge until certain time of day, so if we got hungry, we had to just deal with it. But we didn’t, and that was how my friendship with my new foster siblings began. One evening Dylan, a boy who was living with us, got grounded and they wouldn’t let him eat for half a day or something. Dylan was laying in his bed, and he was so hungry he couldn’t move. So I asked another boy, Andrew, about sneaking into the kitchen and getting Dylan some food.
Andrew agreed and it was the first time he'd ever talked to me. Andrew stayed on the lookout while I veeery slowly opened the fridge and took a little bit of food for Dylan. A few pieces of bread, cheese, and sausages so the Collins's wouldn't notice.

I closed the door without making a sound and then Andrew gestured to me that I should hide. We both hid under the table, and our foster father came into the kitchen to grab a bite. Our hearts were pounding!
Finally, he was gone and we slowly and quietly returned to our room and gave Dylan food. He was extremely thankful and this changed everything. After that, all of us became friends and we would stand up for each other.

One day, Andrew was grounded and it was his turn to be hungry during the evening. This time, Dylan and I snuck into the kitchen. Dylan accidentally hit a chair with his foot and our foster parents came looking to see what was going on. Dylan hid under the table, but I couldn’t manage to do it in time. Mr. Collins caught me, shouted at me for an hour, and locked me in my room for the entire next day. Now even Dylan and Andrew couldn’t help me.


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Hey! I’m Rodger. Have you ever made any rash purchases – the ones where when you get back home, you felt petty for your own stupidity, and just go back to the store and return the things you bought? Here’s the thing – I recently sort of bought myself a girlfriend. No, I’m not a millionaire or anything. And the family I come from is pretty average in terms of income, ‘cause my dad’s a carpenter and my mom’s an illustrator. We were not poor though. I mean, my parents could afford to send me to college, where I’m studying now in my second year. You might ask where I got money for a girlfriend though, and I’ll tell you: when I was 14 and dad and I went to the city to do his errands, I saw an extremely awesome car. It was an Aston Martin, and it was one of the latest models. And when I heard my dad’s sigh, which, I thought was indicating his own unfulfilled dreams, I decided that when I grow up, I’ll do everything in my power to provide my parents with a better life. For starters, I began looking for any way to make a dollar whenever it was possible and I saved all the money I earned. At first, I was a helper in a flower shop, run by our neighbor. Then I worked part-time at the carwash and as a janitor in one of the local cafés, and as soon as I entered college, I started making money as a teaching assistant. So, by the time this story happened, I managed to save a few thousand dollars and was right away thinking of either starting any business or investing it in the stock market. And that's when I met Becky. Oh, she looked like a model or something, with her perfect body, long blond hair, and big green eyes. For me, it was love at first sight, or a spark, or whatever it's called. But she obviously was not considering me as a possible boyfriend. I’m not sure if she would have noticed me at all if I hadn’t distinguished myself during our macroeconomics class, fending off the professor’s questions. Anyway, as soon as she understood that I was kinda smart, she began being friendly with me. And even though my fellas were saying that she only needed me to do her homework, I didn’t mind, ‘cause I thought that this friend zone would eventually give me an opportunity to ask her out. You would be amazed if you knew how many times I tried to ask Becky on a date. But she was always in the middle of something important. I knew that such a special girl deserved something special, so I thought that maybe it was the way I was asking her out that didn’t actually work. That’s why once, I mustered up all the courage that I had and asked her on a date right in the middle of a lecture. I promised to make it a real fairy tale for her if she said yes. People around us began giggling and hooting, and the professor promised to arrange a personal fairytale for me in the form of a pop-quiz, but all that didn’t matter, because Becky finally said “yes.” It turned out that it was extremely hard to come up with a perfect scenario for a fairy tale date. All my friends were suggesting different classy things, like a bouquet of roses and a walk in the park, but I desperately wanted to amaze her. I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal if I put my hand in my savings to, you know, make that evening totally memorable, and for that, I definitely needed some money. So, on the big day, I ordered the flowers to be delivered to her starting in the early morning and kept different bouquets coming every hour till 6 P.M., when we were supposed to meet at a restaurant. After dinner, we went to a park, where a horse and carriage were already waiting for us, and after a short ride, we sat together on a park bench with a wonderful view of the night city and I gave her a nice silver bracelet. Yeah, I know, I might have been a little stupid to risk that much, ‘cause she promised me nothing, but I was totally in love with Becky. And when she gave me a kiss I understood that it was worth every dollar I spent. Of course, since that date, we became an actual couple and during the whole next week from time to time, I heard other girls whispering and gossiping about that night, which actually meant that Becky liked it so much that she kept bragging to everyone about how romantic I was. I was totally happy with her and I basically felt like I could fly. There was only one thing that didn’t bother me at first, but at some point started to become very suspicious – Becky kept demanding presents and surprises from me. And even though I knew that all girls like experiencing that kind of stuff from time to time, I couldn’t help but think that my girlfriend turned out to be quite a materialistic gist. New 2019 animated stories that actually happened! ★ DO YOU WANT TO GET YOUR STORY ANIMATED? SEND IT TO [email protected] IT WILL BE GIVEN A VOICE OVER BY A PROFESSIONAL ACTOR AND AN ANIMATOR WILL MAKE A VIDEO OUT OF IT! ★ Subscribe ACTUALLY HAPPENED https://bit.ly/2J5HP7j Music by Epidemic Sound: https://www.epidemicsound.com #actuallyhappened

My Dad Said He Was Stalked We Laughed Until He Disappeared
My Dad Said He Was Stalked We Laughed Until He Disappeared

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★ DO YOU WANT TO GET YOUR STORY ANIMATED? SEND IT TO [email protected] IT WILL BE GIVEN A VOICE OVER BY A PROFESSIONAL ACTOR AND AN ANIMATOR WILL MAKE A VIDEO OUT OF IT! ★ Subscribe ACTUALLY HAPPENED https://bit.ly/2J5HP7j Hi, guys. My name is Daniel. Here`s what I want to talk about. My dad went missing for almost a year and I feel guilty about it. I`ll start from the very beginning. My dad was the most positive person on earth. For as long as I can remember, he was always glowing with happiness. But everything changed after one incident about a year ago. He didn't come home from work one night. At first, my mom and I thought that everything was ok. But he still hadn't shown up at nine o'clock that evening. That's when we began to call our friends and his colleagues. No one knew where dad could be. Then mom found dad's boss's phone number, and we called him. He surprised us a lot when he said that that day, my dad didn't show up at work, and didn't answer his phone calls. It was then that we really began to worry. What's happening? Where was he all day? We called the police, and two officers came to us and started asking us questions about my father. Soon afterward they found him. He was in the hospital, so my mother and I rushed there. When we got to the hospital and finally saw him, he was asleep. He was covered in scratches and bruises, there were pieces of glass in his clothes, and his shirt sleeve was almost torn off. The doctors said that he had a concussion and could have some sort of short-term memory loss. But everything else was fine. Officers said they found him outside the city. Looks like he was driving at a high speed, lost control, and his car ended up in a ditch. He was very lucky that he survived this accident. We spent the whole night in the hospital and when dad woke up we asked him what happened. And his answer shocked us: he said that he flew off the road because he was hit by another car. It was a serious allegation, so the police started an investigation. They came to our house a few times and asked a lot of questions. About a month later, they sent us a letter with their expert’s conclusion. According to this letter, the car didn`t have any traces of paint from another vehicle. To put it simply – no one had rammed my father's car. Dad was angry, he complained about the police inaction, and insisted that he was telling the truth. But my mom was upset. She believed the police and thought that my dad was lying and hiding something. Besides, where was he all day? Why didn't he go to work? To these questions he replied that he just didn't remember. So my parents sometimes fought about it. And I didn't know who was right. But I knew that dad was acting weird. He always covered the windows with curtains, his phone was often turned off. It seemed like… he was afraid of something, but he wouldn`t say what. In general, the atmosphere in the house was strange. But then something happened that really scared me. I was home after school doing my homework when I heard the front door slam loudly. I went down and saw my father. He looked scared – he had huge eyes and could barely breathe. When he caught his breath he finally said: "I saw her again, that car!" Then he ran up to the table and began to write something on a piece of paper. He tried to remember the car`s license plate number, but he couldn't. Dad was really worked up. He nervously walked around the house saying that mom will finally believe him now. But she didn't. After all, there was no evidence. So they just bickered again. And I can understand mom. Her husband is acting strange, obviously hiding something. Of course, she didn`t believe his words. Since then, dad has spent a lot of time on the computer. He was googling something, printing some articles. In the garage he hung up a board, where he attached various photos and documents. He even installed security cameras around the house! Apparently, he was determined to prove to me and my mom that he was right. It looked more like paranoia, but this is my dad – he always goes all out. And so we lived like this for two months. In the evenings, dad sat in the garage and watched the video from the cameras. I kept hoping dad would admit that he was wrong, or finally tell us why he didn`t go to work that day. Music by Epidemic Sound: https://www.epidemicsound.com #actuallyhappened

I Was So Poor I Wore A Potato Sack Dress To School Now All The World Knows Me
I Was So Poor I Wore A Potato Sack Dress To School Now All The World Knows Me

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