The day I was born

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I was born on October 1st 2006 in the small town of Lyndonboro, Maine. My mother was only 17 at the time, and hadn't been pregnant when the day began. 

Gabi Marks dashed through the town running straight for the small school building. She reached it, and breathlessly swung open the door. She headed for her first class, english. Today she had to present an essay she had written to the class.

"Sorry I'm late," she said, addressing the teacher.

"Is your paper ready," the teacher, Mr. Cavel asked, interrupting her before she could continue, as Gabi was known for her ability to talk forever.

Gabi nods and goes to the front of the room.

She starts talking, something about the Great Gatsby's significance.

Then all of a sudden, her stomach swells and she cries out in pain.

Those who'd seen it described it as almost magic. The girl, not pregnant, and then, poof she was. 

A classmate called 9-1-1 and an ambulance picked her up, not before she had given birth though.

Right there in the classroom, out popped a baby girl.

That baby girl was me.

A/N

This is just an introduction, I promise next chapter will be a real one.


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