"Happy birthday Amelia" I hear my best friend say. I look at him wondering what's happy about my birthday. My mom died when I was 2, at 4 my dad abused me up to when I turned 8. The only good that came from it was that by being abused helped me become stronger, to be a fighter, even though no one knows because I don't talk to anyone anymore. Besides my fighting, I have 2 kids a boy, Anthony Lux and a girl named Nix Tylec, they both were placed in state custody until I get adopted or turn 18, my best friend is Mitchie Lux, my favorite bands are; Green Day, Blink•182, Nirvana, All Time Low, Fall Out Boy, Sleeping with Sirens, and The Fray, I am 3 days clean, I have auburn hair which I always have in a messy bun, I am really tan, I'm 5'11, I have green eyes, and I always wear jeans, converse, band t-shirts, flannel, and band bracelets. While I was thinking my friend decided to smack me in the back of my head. "Thank You Mitchie. You're the best."
