A Normal, Very Ordinary Girl

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Hi, I know this may seem weird but I love to write. I'm even hoping to publish one or two books one day. But that isn't what I'm here to talk about. I'm here to talk about my life. I'm hoping other girls will be able to relate to this too. That is the whole point of writing this. Now, I'm not going to give myself away and say my real name 'cause that would be incredibly stupid. So let's say my name is Katie Kay.

To put more background on my real name though it's long, a bit old time-y and nobody knew how to spell it correctly. It was like Elizabeth except it had a million different ways you could spell it. Don't get me wrong I love my name but it was just annoying that everyone spelt it wrong. To get to know more about me as a person now before I start at my baby years. I'm just going to describe what I look like and then get straight to the stuff you wanted to read this book for.

At this moment in time I am seven-teen. I turn eight-teen in a month and twenty days. I have strawberry-blonde curly hair, grey-blue eyes, and very very very white skin. Like my skin is almost the colour of milk. Also, in summer my face gets very freckly. I'm Canadian eh and all that. I am 5'4". I have long eyelashes (said by the women who did my makeup for prom). That is all I think I need to describe myself with at this time.

Now, to the stuff you've been waiting for!

Okay, obviously I can't remember everything but these are the things that have stuck in my mind while growing up. I was born on September, 20th, 2005. My mom had a very easy labour. I was out within four hours from when her water broke (I was out at 9:30pm). As far as I was concerned I had the best life anyone could ask for.

After my moms maternity leave was over she wasn't sure where to put me because she felt I was too young and vulnerable to go to a day care centre just yet. My grandmother, Gram (my moms mom) said she would do it and she offered to take my older cousin (he is a year and two months older than me) as well so my aunt let's call her Karly wouldn't have to pay for childcare either.

So, I spent my weekdays with Gram and Papa. And my cousin, let's call him JT (in real life his first name was the same as his fathers and middle name was the same as the grandfather we both shared. So, we call by initials in real life). Some things I remember about young JT was that he wanted to be just like his dad. So, JT memorized cars and tried to help his dad with his work as much as possible. JT wasn't blessed with an imagination like I was. But he liked to do everything I was doing. In his eyes I could do no wrong. I was his second favourite person and he showed it. He was my best friend. As we got a little older we grew closer. We saw each other every second weekend outside of the weekdays. Everytime we saw each other on weekends we would go to his room at his house and play giants.

When I was two Gram died of cancer.

So, I started going to daycare. My first friend outside my family was a boy. I'm pretty sure that was because I was so comfortable with JT that boys just came naturally to me. Let's call this boy Jason. Jason and I went through all of daycare together. Jason has brown hair and the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen to this date. I'll go deeper into him a little later on where it makes sense for me to. When I was three I met my first girl friends. Jessica, Ava, and Aubrey. Jessica had brown curly hair and brown eyes. Ava had blue eyes and pin straight blonde hair. Aubrey had very dark brown hair with those dark doe kinda eyes to match. I don't remember much from the age of three.

Well, I remember Jason. Everyday he would come in and feed the fish and then sit down and offer me his raspberries that he had every morning. Except he never called them raspberries he called them Katie berries. They were his favourite fruit and he loved the way I ate them. I would put one raspberry on each finger and then eat them. Even though he claimed raspberries were his favourite fruit he never ate them. He just watched me. Jason's favourite thing to do was sit at a table with just me and hold my hand. He'd talk to me about anything that was on his mind and I would listen. He'd always ask me to share too but I never did.

Some other bits and pieces I remember from the age of three is that I pinched Aubrey once and I don't remember why. One time Aubrey and I snuck out of daycare and we were out for like an hour before anybody found us. Jason taught Aubrey and I how to do the Spider-man hand thing. One time Jessica, Jason, Aubrey, and I were under a slide outside and we were throwing rocks at the top. Jason wanted to make a game out of it so we played Truth or Dare. Now, you may be asking, "Why are three year olds playing Truth or Dare?" Well...........

That is actually a very good question, that I'm going to have to answer later because I wouldn't have known at the time how dark Jason's home life was. Anyways, Jason told us the rules and if you didn't want to tell the truth or do a dare we would throw rocks at that person. At the time we thought it was a genius idea. Jason asked me if I thought any guys were handsome. He looked so hopeful that I would say him I didn't want to answer and hurt his feelings. At that point in time I didn't like anybody and I didn't really know what that meant either. So, I looked down pretending to be embarrassed and I said I didn't want to say anything. They did the rock thing and one got stuck in my tooth. We had to get a daycare teacher to help and it just ended up making me lose my first tooth. No permanent damage. Jessica and Aubrey apologized and I forgave them. Jason apologized too. Multiple times. I forgave him but he still felt awful about it for weeks.

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I'll see you next week :)