Chapter 1: This is Not a Fairy Tale
Some of you may wonder, why does every movie and book ever made have a happy ending. Well honestly I dont know the answer to that question but this is my life and I will assure you that in real life, there are no happy endings.
I was born in an alley with torn bed sheets as my mothers hospital bed. Stained blankets were wrapped around me and dirty water was used to wash me. As you proboly realized my family was poor, well more like my mom and a couple of old beggers. My dad had left the minute my mom told him she was pregnant. Aunts and uncles? None, my mom never even new her mother she lived on the streets her entire life. I just don't get it, god says he loves everyone but yet he lets everyone die and starve on the streets each and everyday. (n/a I do believe in god this is just part of the story) I learned to be quiet when the cops came. I learned how to run fast at the age of 2, and learned how to stay hidden at the age of 1. When most kids were learning to read I was learning how to pick through trash and know what i can and cant eat. When every girl in the world got their first barbie, I got my first blanket. I think it's safe to say my life sucked.
(n/a From here on the story is going to be like a diary)
December 26th, 1990
I found some wrapping paper in the trash and found some old pens, only one of them worked. Yesterday was Christmas and my mother and I walked around the park late at night freezing, because we had nowhere to go. Our Christmas presents were simple everyday things, like a hug, or a kiss. Although both of our breaths smelt bad because we couldnt afford food let alone toothpaste and toothbrushes. Anyway, yesterday I saw an old poor woman in the streets shivering and i walked over, sat beside her, and watchede as she died. As the same moment I looked through a hospital window and saw an old lady with a resonable amount of money survive cancer. Sometimes live just isnt fair. I mean I cleary think that, that old lady should have lived because unlike the lady in the hospital she, like my mom and i, so far, had a miserable life, with no food, no clothes and lonley nights. My mom once told me that life isnt always fair, but then I think and I realize, that life is never fair. The rich live, the poor die. The beautiful love, the ugly greave. The punks rock, the angels fly. Life just has its trickey ways of showing you how much it SUCKS!
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Hope y'all enjoy my new story. This one will be way longer than "A Juniors Sex Life", I promise.
