I started to realize how horrible my childhood was when I was eight or nine. Ever since I went to school I got bullied and cried after school but, I got a couple of friends because of my big sister being really popular. I got known as being cute ever since. I had fake friends in first, second, and third grade because of my fancy stuff. I didn't have friends like, "Oh, your my friend now, lets have a playdate!!!" No! I never had friends like those, Up until fifth grade. My siblings always bullied me at home too, it's a really bad childhood life of mine. My mommy and daddy didn't have that much time for us siblings but my daddy would always find time in the week except for the weekend to come and play with me. When I was seven years old my loving and caring daddy died. My daddy died one month after my birthday party wich was the last party I had with him. I really miss him so much. One year after my daddy died, me and my family moved to Canada. And Thats when my childhood started lightened up.
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