This story is related to events in real life, but this didn't happen.

It was that day when everything changed.

My house, my parents, my sister and my dog... they were all gone.

I was alone. no one was there to dry my tears. They didn't even care.

But that day, it changed my life...

I miss my life...

I'm Camila Jones. I am now 14 years old. My foster parents and friends describe me as funny, honest, trustworthy, emotional, caring, polite, kind and intelligent. My height is 5'4. My favorite subject is math. I like playing tennis and soccer. I live with my foster family in Orange County, California. Enough about me! We should learn about my past.

It all started when I was 7. My sister was 4. I loved her dearly and so did our parents. She suddenly got very sick. My parents did everything they could to save her, but they failed miserably.

My parents were devastated. One day, a year later, my parents and I were walking to my sister's grave. I stood on the road telling my parents how much I missed my sibling. Suddenly a car came and my parents flung at me to save me. My parents were on the road laying there and the car went on without stopping. I was there crying for help. But no one came. 

I was there when it all happened. I almost died when they told me that my parents passed. I begged them not to take me to the orphanage. But did anyone help me? No.