This is my autobiography, generally depicting a day in the life of an ordinary sixteen year old. I was fourteen when I started writing this story. I will be sharing certain experiences I've been through in this story. This is not going to be very lo...
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This autobiography is inspired by my older sister, also dedicated to her and my mother.
Welcome to my autobiography, fellow reader! My name is Mandy Farrugia, an ordinary teenager with the ambition of becoming a successful author in the future. I was born on a Wednesday on the 5th of December in 2001 at quarter to four in the morning. They say that I was supposed to have came out three days later, the day happens to be a public holiday in my country. It is a public holiday because of a feast that takes place once every year. My mother is also very fond of this feast as it takes place in her hometown.
I grew up in an island known as none other than Malta, mostly known for its coastline. Even though the language isn't quite my cup of tea, no offence to the Maltese speaking people, I really have to admit that the coastline is one of breathtaking beauty. To be quite honest, I prefer speaking in English even more as it brings out my accent even more and not to mention that I find it easier writing in English for I can express myself even more. I'm currently attending secondary school, not to mention that I'm also a year away from graduating, meaning that this is my fourth year.
I was baptized a month and a half later in Gudja, located in the south of Malta and this place happens to be my hometown. My father had also lived there for a big part of his life. Even though I was not raised there in general because I have been living somewhere nearby for a big part of my life now, I still consider it as hometown. It's where I was baptized and it's also where my father's side of the family lives.
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The beautiful panorama, I'm still allured to its beauty!
My outward aspects and traits, where do I begin? Generally I have dark brown hair which used to be impossible to tame and got in the way all the time until I decided to cut it shoulder-length and donate it to charity for Christmas, plus I needed a change.
I remember that time I had my hair straightened on Confirmation Day.
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I have to admit that I don't have a good smile but I think it has to do with the fact that I refrain from taking pictures. I still have a display picture from November 2014 on my Facebook account, let alone taking pictures.
To tell you the truth, I don't know how to smile, I just force it. My face is expressionless but I was born this way and I'm proud nevertheless.
But on the bright side, I have almond-shaped, wide brown eyes which according to some people they have a little shade of yellow in them especially in the centre of the eye. One of my friends even tell me that they appear hazel in the sun. I always laugh whenever someone tells me that since I don't believe them most of the time but I still think my eyes are beautiful nevertheless. I'm not being egotistic, I just appreciate that they're there whenever I need them. They help me see and I'm grateful, I don't really care about the colour. My sister once told me that when I was still an infant, I had the eyes of a Persian cat as they had the shade of grey which later on changed all the way to brown.
I inherited my father's hair and both my mother and father's eyes, same with my personality. Personally I think I share both their personalities.
Eyelashes so long that some people still think I apply mascara even though they're natural. I am a bit chubby but I'll blame that fact on the those who invented food in the first place. I mean, how can I resist something so soothing especially after a long day at school?
Sadly I also happen to inherit my father's skin type. You guessed it, oily skin! I sometimes feel insecure but I always tell myself that it's common and that I should stop brooding over it. There are people who are going through certain situations like war, poverty, battling with an illness and I should just consider myself lucky that I have a roof over my head.
About my traits, I am also uneasily impressed, I am not a snob or anything like that but if you really want to make me laugh until my stomach begins to ache, you need to come up with something unique and it better be the best and the funniest of them all. Yes, you might get the impression that I'm acerbic. The truth is that I am acerbic, I always have a few retorts stored in my memory in case the right time comes for me to use them.
In spite of all that, I also have a fair share of being a little sensitive and shy from time to time and I really hate seeing people cry. Sure I do love it when they're feisty but I really hate it when they get the blues. It makes me want to cry and I don't like crying in front of other people. I also enjoy helping people out and I also like talking to people especially adults despite my shyness and anxiety in general.
I'm stubborn like both of my parents however I'm humble, I know how to give chances, how to tolerate and I know how to hear others out. But I fight for what I deserve, I am not the type to let go easily except when it comes to letting go of old relationships or things that may cause any damage to me or anyone else if I keep clinging on to them.
Like my mother, I am very wealthy and also very fair. Whatever you do to me, I'll do the same to you. If you treat in a certain way, I'll treat you the same way. I don't believe in all this 'Karma's a bitch' crud but if you really deserve payback, you'll get it. It depends on what you've done.
I remember the time I got my revenge on my childhood tormentor, I regretted it the moment they had found out about what I had done to them. She had backup and I did not have any. She was smart and knew how to turn people against others just for them to worship her and kiss her egotistic ass.
But at the same time, I was also satisfied that I had at least tried even if I failed in the end. We agreed that we were never going to cross paths again even if our lives depended on it. Hell, she can cross paths with the president for all I care, as long as we stay away from one another.
Ultimately, I am mostly very altruistic even though I can be a little easy to irritate as I have problems dealing with my emotions and self-esteem. Don't worry, the picture will become clearer once everything has been disclosed.
