A little something about my life.  

I'm not enjoying this summer: too much work, and no opportunities for walks with my friends.  

It may sound strange, but I hate being at home.  Actually it's not my real home.  Six months ago my sister, brother, and I moved into this home after we were taken under custody by my school psychologist.  My father is dead and my mother is so far away from me.  

I don't like this situation.  My guardian screams at me every day!  Now I'm 16, but soon I'll be 18.  After 18 - free life.

Some about my life.

I don't like this summer. Firstly, i am working a lot; secondly, I haven't opportunity to go for a walk with my friends.

It's strange, sure, but I hate to be at home. It's not my home. Six months ago I was, my sister and brother come into this home, therefore we were taken under custody by my school psychologist. I haven't my real family (mother and father). Father is dead. Mother, so far from me.

I don't like this situated that I have at now. My guardian scream at me every day! for now I am 16, but I wait 18; after 18 - free life.

nice wriiting

but you need grammar

and i'm sorry for your father