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Story#1: JazzyAngelXD (AKA me)

Hi it's Angel, I guess since this is my campaign I should start with my story. As I have said everyone has a story, so this one is mine.
I am an ordinary girl. I enjoy life, but it doesn't always like me back. I have divorced parents. Now I don't mind having my parents not together. They have been apart since I was a toddler, but sometimes it kills the difference in environment. I love both of my parents dearly however I struggle a lot to get along with my dad and my stepmom. You see I struggle with several disorders. I have anxiety, Tourette's, processing delay, OCD, and ADHD. Also I used to have a form of epilepsy called BRE which stands for benign Rolandic epilepsy. You might be asking: used to? Well the type of epilepsy that I had you out grow with age and eventually it stopped. But when I had first been diagnosed it made several of my other conditions worse because at first my parents put me on medication however it had terrible sides effects that impeded my learning so my parents made the decision that since I only had seizures in the night they would take me off the medication. Almost immediately after after I began excelling in school. However my other conditions still effect me. And when I am at my dad's house sometimes my dad and stepmom struggle to understand. Every day I am plagued with anxiety. While some days I am pretty much fine other days I will cause myself terrible nausea. Another difficulty of my divorced parents is politics. Although I am still young, I love to be involved and my mother would always tell me about the Democratic Party and although I kinda just listened when I was really little as I got older and began to understand the issues at hand I realized I agreed with her views. My dad however is somewhere in between the independent party and Republican Party, and is fairly religious so he would often disagree and get frustrated when I share my views. Don't get me wrong however he is not exactly crazy. In fact some politicians like Donald Trump offend him especially considering the rude comments about Mexicans (as both his parents were Mexican immigrants) Usually it makes me cry and I put my emotions into my poetry. But sometimes it becomes more than just a poem can fix. I remember writing a report one day on why the voting rights act should be reinstated. I had spent hours writing it at my mom's and wanted his opinion on how my paper was. As he read he saw statistics about police vs minority's. You see he is a police officer and offended by the statistics not referring to all police he yelled at me saying these statistics are all wrong and where did you get this? All I could do was cry. I had just wanted encouragement on my report and instead was lectured. Although I was never physically hurt. Many times I have been hurt emotionally and some memories of arguments have scared me for life. Through all the pain however, I have always had my best friends: MyKingdomCome and Serenityrose01, and I have always had my mom. For the most part I get along with my mom. But sometimes I struggle with having to have straight A's. However despite her strong views on grades I love my mom and she always helps me. And my friends, sometimes it is difficult to share your issues with your friends when they have a thousand of their own, but I always appreciate them. While I usually have problems that are pretty dumb and their lives feel like living hell, they still support me so for that I am always grateful. My favorite part though is being able to help them too through arguments, melancholy, and all the troubles of life we are there for each other. And that is my story. If you want to know more then read my poems in "Angel's Poems"

PS
I might publish more of my own story at some point just to update and tell more