Every family i've ever had hated me and still do.

Ok, I really don't know how to phrase this other than just saying that I'm being disowned and forgotten by my recent family for not being ghetto or at least not being ghetto enough. Well... that's how I interpret it, I may be wrong so please tell me your opinion and/or if you have a good synopsis for my issue. Oh and sorry, I'm 17 so I hope you don't mind me posting.

Well, I'm not much for stories, but I might as well tell you guys how I got in this situation just so no one can give a lame excuse like, "they're your parents and they raised you so therefore you're naturally like them and other crap like that (future reference, they didn't). So with that said I guess I should just get into my whole child life dilemma. Oh, and skip the next paragraph if you really don't want to read about my childhood and don't worry I honestly wouldn't want to read about my life either, it's already a pain living it.

The life of an unwanted and abhorred child begins here:
|--------> Before I was born I was said to be a "death baby" (a family term, don't ask for all the details because it basically mean, "the cursed child") and that between my mother and I one of us was bound to die and that everyone except my grandmother suggested (more like pleading) to abort me. Yet for some reason my grandmother with her old, strict ways and respect (It was more like power, no one ever disobeyed her even in death. I never figured out why.) forced my mother into having me as a punishment for getting pregnant before getting married. Miraculously enough though, we both survived and since she didn't even want to have me she gave me to my grandmother. I spent many years with my grandmother learning how that if I'm ever going to learn anything in life it was going to be through my own experience, not through someone telling me what's right and wrong. For so I was raised that way (With her advise of course. Which I eventually learned was always right (¬_¬) ). Sadly, though because of this I always was with my grandmother and apparently enough no one in my family liked that (Including my grandfather, he thought she was wasting her time for raising a child of which was not even supposed to be born. I know because he told me on her deathbed in hysteria if I remember correctly.), so in plain sense they were all jealous. Yet little did I know this was to bite me in the butt. Depressingly enough, when I was around 13 my grandmother eventually died of cancer and I was left alone, but as her final will and testament she wanted everyone to help raise me (Anyone want to try and be raised by a whole family who hates you? Oh and I'm not talking about 5 or so people, I mean my whole family which by guess is around 80 people, originally.) and with this began the ever so hatred I'm so keen and use to. To make matters worst, they blamed me for her death (realistically, because she cared for me so much she didn't even pay attention to her health till it was already too late to do something about it or in a religious stand point, because she was nurturing "the cursed child", which means the child of death) which put me in a bad predicament. I spent a couple of years after being kicked out, abandoned, and traded between my original family members. (Yes, I do mean abandoned as in they were trying to get rid of me, it was mostly trying to lose me in a festival, store, or forest. You know childish stuff like that.) Eventually the court stepped in and I was finally decided on who was going to raise me permanently, (no one put me in an orphanage because of my grandma's will, sadly) but because of this I was put back with the woman who was the first to abandon me, my mother. Whew, I finally got my childhood story out the way and caught up to recent times. I feel like I wrote an essay, but nevertheless now no one can say I left out any details.

Here's where the real predicament begins:
|--------> For the one's who even bothered to even read about my childhood, you are in serious need of a hobby. (just kidding) Anyways, to the real issue. I have lived with my mother and her husband for a full 2 years and to be frank I really wish someone would hit me with a car just to see if they would even care (Sadly, I did and they didn't. This time I'm not kidding). Yet the whole issue is that they have five kids of their own and to be honest they could give less if I died tomorrow (of course not compared to their other kids). They didn't even save up college money for me and every time I try to save money up myself they take it since legally I'm theirs and so is the money. I'm turning eighteen by the end of January and they have full intentions of kicking me out on that day. I usually wouldn't have a problem with this if I had some type of lifesaver, but this time I know I won't so what do I do? I tried to mingle with them, but as I said in the epilogue, I'm not like them. My mother's husband is from Detroit and are the most ghettoest and the loudest family I've ever seen or heard and I've lived in some bad places. I don't even know how to adapt to these guys (I had to adapt to many situations just to even get food in my life), but I can't curse 24/7 nor do I eat fried food 24/7 (I have serious digestive problems and fried food has screwed me more than anything, I've had to even get my stomach pumped multiple times because of that crap. I'm serious though, they eat it all the time, yet don't get me wrong I'm not trying to be stereotypical) so what do you guys recommend that I do? The only good part about this is I don't see my original family anymore, but I honestly can't tell which family I got now is better.