This is my story

Introduction

Well okay, let me just tell you that this is all my mums idea. She gave me a notebook from the very beginning when i found out that i had... wait, actually, i think i'll explain that bit later! But anyway, i never actually thought i would ever end up using this $2 shop, sad excuse for a notebook. I guess there just came a time, which would be right now, that i decided that it wouldn't be such a bad idea. Or now that i think about it, i could also maybe be writing in here because of my mum's constant: "It's a good way to let your feelings out" or "Tell your story", that she has said to me for almost everyday for the past few weeks, that my brain probably wasn't able to take anymore of those certain words, out of her certain mouth.

I don't know if you couldn't tell already, but my mum likes to nag. 

I should probably introduce myself now, even though I'm practically just talking to a squashed up tree. My name is Emma and I'm 15, in year 11 at my school which is New South College- which is the same as High School- and i live in New Zealand. I guess you could say i had everything anyone wanted; I was relatively popular... hah, a best friend who knew me better than anyone, my crush liked me back in the "more than friends" way, and i was confident and happy. I thought i knew where i stood, i thought i knew who i could trust. Lets just say i thought i knew a lot when really at 15 i was still secretly stalking my crush on facebook and watching Spongebob into the early hours of the morning. It's a weird thing really. Now that i look back on it all i don't recognise who i was. I didn't realise that i hurt people, i didn't realise i was basically a nicer version of Regina George. Yes, i did just make a Mean Girls reference. I wasn't exactly mean but i wasn't nice. 

So this is just me, the 15 year old girl who had to have something happen to her to realise that i was a person i really didn't want to be, that i had people in my life that didn't really care about, and that over everything else what happened to me was a good thing after all. 

I'm not sure how this is going to pan out, but I'm Emma and this is my story...

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A/N: Hey guys :) Yes i know its another story but i really needed to write this, it just feels right.

It's an easier thing for me to write about because its happened to me, so i understand what its like, i know how it feels and i think for this thats what it needs. Someone who has been through it explaining to those who maybe knew some who had the disease and didn't understand it and therefore they were mean about it, and talked about it because it was something new, something uncommon. 

But anyway! I hope you like the start! I still need to plan this a bit, so I'm not to sure when i will update. I might be tonight, tomorrow or maybe a week i just dont know! Please comment, and vote! I feel like this is going to be a good story and i would love if lots of people read it and enjoyed it because thats what i want and love to happen! If you have ever had Alopecia or something similar, or maybe just a disease or something uncommon happen to you, comment! And we can have a chat :') 

Thanks guys! Please do vote and comment and share! Tell me what you think!

Lots of love, Brecon xxxxx

P.s: I may go over this and edit/add/cut bits and bobs because its the beginning, and thats what sets the whole story! And i just really want this to be good! <3