Jason Dyson
Human
@JasonDyson1
I'm Jason Dyson. I'm very much alive and this is my story.......
All my life, I have been searching for the one person who meant most in my life....my sister.
Roxanne had me wrapped around her finger ever since I held her in my arms when she was born. Even though I was only 10 when she was born, I have had this connection with her.
Shortly after Roxanne was born, I was admitted into foster care. My parents thought that they couldn't take care of me and Roxanne. That was when I was seperated from the only family I cared for.
Foster Care wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. I was living in New York City with my foster parents. Gisselle and Mark Smith, were very strict religious people. I was refused some of the things I wanted, especially when I confided in them that I wanted to be a magician. They thought it was unholy and squashed my dreams out the door.
When I was 16, I started to rebel against my foster family. I didn't want to be like them, the strict religious type. It just wasn't my thing. Still dedicated to finding my sister and letting her know who I was, I fled, living on the streets.
After living on the streets for two years, I met a kind wealthy woman named Olivia Simon. She took me under her wing and I lived there for a while, searching for my sister.
One day, I found her obituary online. My heart literally shattered. Now I was never going to meet my sister. Then I started to read up on the house that she died in. Newspaper clippings told me that many people died there, especially the famous Tate Langdon, who shot up the entire high school in ’94.
That’s when I knew that I could probably contact Roxanne still. Now, I’m on my way to LA to find my dead sister.
All my life, I have been searching for the one person who meant most in my life....my sister.
Roxanne had me wrapped around her finger ever since I held her in my arms when she was born. Even though I was only 10 when she was born, I have had this connection with her.
Shortly after Roxanne was born, I was admitted into foster care. My parents thought that they couldn't take care of me and Roxanne. That was when I was seperated from the only family I cared for.
Foster Care wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. I was living in New York City with my foster parents. Gisselle and Mark Smith, were very strict religious people. I was refused some of the things I wanted, especially when I confided in them that I wanted to be a magician. They thought it was unholy and squashed my dreams out the door.
When I was 16, I started to rebel against my foster family. I didn't want to be like them, the strict religious type. It just wasn't my thing. Still dedicated to finding my sister and letting her know who I was, I fled, living on the streets.
After living on the streets for two years, I met a kind wealthy woman named Olivia Simon. She took me under her wing and I lived there for a while, searching for my sister.
One day, I found her obituary online. My heart literally shattered. Now I was never going to meet my sister. Then I started to read up on the house that she died in. Newspaper clippings told me that many people died there, especially the famous Tate Langdon, who shot up the entire high school in ’94.
That’s when I knew that I could probably contact Roxanne still. Now, I’m on my way to LA to find my dead sister.