Normal. That word does not belong in my life. First of all, my family is just strange all together. I've got a little sister named Annabelle who is 7 and is convinced unicorns are real. I call her Bella. We also have an older brother named Max. He's 24 and is a little intimidating. We all live with our dad. Our mom left us as soon as Bella was born. She never told me why, but I have a pretty good idea.
Then there is me. I have never been a normal girl. Even when I was little, I was not normal. I hated most people and loved to be alone. I hated dolls and clothing and everything a little girl was supposed to like. Then my parents tried to get me to do sports. First, they had me try t-ball, but I told them I didn't want to keep playing after my first practice. Then they had me try soccer, then basketball, and then swimming, but I never stuck with a sport. I didn't mind them, but I just didn't find them interesting. In 3rd grade, I met my only real friend. He was new to my school and his name is Daemon. My life now is much stranger now, but to explain it all, I am going to start a few years back when I was 17.
My name is Gia and this is the story of my change.
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