My mom's name is Misty and my dad's name I'm not saying in this. I was born on February 22, 2003. When I was little my dad left. My mom got with my brother and sister's dad. At around the age of two I met one of my best friends. We are still best friends to this day even though we haven't seen each other in a while. When I was two my mom had Andrew , but he past away before he was born. When I was four my mom had McKenzie. Then when I was six she had Nehemiah. I've moved way to many times. I could name like six different schools I've been to. One of the biggest moves I've made is when I moved to Florida. I lived there twice. The first time I lived in Panama city , and lived there for almost two years. The second time I lived in Fort Myers , and lived there for about six months. The second time though I lived there for a shorter time , had a bigger impact on my life. When I was like nine years old we moved back to Georgia. When I was about ten my mom met a guy and they became a couple or whatever. For three years he was in our lives , then just recently he left. We considered him like our step dad. Now at thirteen years old I lived with my mom, sister, brother , and pets. My mom has a boyfriend , but it's a long story. I live in Alabama and am terrified to move again. I fit in more at this school then the previous two schools. I have more friends and I'm not outgoing, but I feel better here. (I would feel even better if I was with hay and Chey). If I had to explain my childhood in one word it would be chaotic. I feel like I need to tell you one story from my childhood. One good one to give you a sense of my craziness.
*story time*
When I was like six years old I lived with lots of people. My cousin Hailey and "Aunt" Ruthy (she's younger than me) are the only ones who actually matter for this story. So one day when the three of us were playing , and not being actually watched, hay had a bright idea. Me and ruthy stupidly went along with it. She had a pair of scissors and cut our hair. When my parents got home, they realized what happened. See my hair was really messed up. I had to have it cut really short. It was above the top of my ears.
*end of story*
So that's a story from my childhood. It may seem made up , but I swear it's true. I have a little message for you hay "YOU CAN'T CUT HAIR". But I love still love you boo. I'm a innocent little girl. Or was a innocent little girl. Remember that little fact.
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So wassup? Yea if you want to know anything special about anything from my childhood just tell me. The picture is me when I was younger. I think I'm like 4-5 in the picture. I may be a little older or younger though. Thanks for reading. I love all my beautiful boos.
,Courtney §
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About Me.
Non-FictionI thought I'd write an autobiography. To tell my few readers about myself. I want my readers to get to know me and not just through my stories. Even though this is a story.
