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June 4, 2009
Hi, I'm Zayn Malik. You may know me as DJ Malik as what my 'friends' call me, or just Zayn. I live in a boys foster home, along with another 10 boys. My family died 4 years ago in a plane crash coming back from New York, I didn't go because I was sick. Today, I am going to meet my new foster family, being in a car feels great to me because I haven't been in one for 4 years now. I am bullied by the other boys because of my culture, looks, and skin color. All I want to do is look like them, be like them, and be friends with them, but I guess, I can't. I'm leaving to go to my new foster home now with Allison Sullivan, the social worker. Wish me luck, I hope they're nice. Bye!
