Hello, I am Anna Pearson and I am 12 years old. Explaining my life is a little difficult, because no middle class person in a first world country has had to go through much as I have had to go through.
Let's start from the beginning. When my Mom was pregnant with me, they told my Mom and Dad that I was supposed to be a boy and expect one. My Dad was soo excited to have a boy, as he wanted a son ever since he got married. But when I was born and it turned out I was a girl, my Dad was so disappointed. My Dad decided to stay with her, as she could always become pregnant again and give him a son.
However, when I was three, my Dad had had enough. He became uptight and was mad that my Mom could no longer give any children, as it turned out she developed some sort of internal problem that made her infertile. He ran away.
Over grief, my Mom became an alcoholic and started to smoke. It became really bad, especially when I was six. She became very abusive and started to ignore me. In fact, some nights she forgot me at my daycare so late that the daycare owner had to drive me home at ten in the evening. This continued until I was seven years old, where the cops had to come and arrest my mother for the night because she crashed her car while drinking and driving into a billboard on a highway. She then started to become sober and went to alcoholic meetings. However, the damage was dealt. I started to develop severe anxiety to the point were if my teacher called on me I would be terrified and freak out and maybe even cry. I dealt with this for five years. However, today I went to the general store across the street from me and bought three journals: One to draw in, one to write in, and one to use as an actual journal. Of course, this book is the third journal, and I will keep logs of each what happened each day until I run out of space.
