The back story behind well, me

The story of the fall and rise of the one and only

Me, what can I say? There isn't really anything to say about me. I come from a small family with one sister and a single mom, I go Milton high school and I consider it lame, I have some bomb ass friends that are uniquely awesome in their own respective ways. However to know the me of the present you must first know the me of the past and what "journey" I've taken to arrive here now. In my earliest memories I thought life was amazing, I never knew the looming terrors off the outside world, the dangers of hatred, and of course the burden of consuming your time supporting others and forgetting about yourself. I had a caring mom and a stubborn father who always wanted everything he wanted and for things to always go his way. I always considered the world a place of happy individuals with wide-spread peace, obviously in today's society that is incredibly inaccurate but hey, I was practically a toddler. I lived in South Carolina with my grandparents within walking distance. My mother wasn't exactly the type to have a scrooge McDuck cash pile so my grandparents had to support us a lot. Soon I moved to an spooky southern town by the name of Alpharetta, here's were my tale truly begins. Early in my Georgia experience I loved the place I found so disarming and calming back then. I was even here to witness the area build up around me, the neighborhood behind my grandparents house otherwise known as Maddy's neighborhood was witnessed before my very eyes. I thought life was just amazing and couldn't get any better! However my pride and envy in myself would soon get the better of me. As a child I never had many friends, in fact I didn't have any friends so I'd befriended this Salamander in my yard one day. I thought he was the coolest thing in the world and I just wanted to stay with him forever. I truly thought that I had found my true pal and new buddy in life. However, the very next day I walked outside to play with my salamander friend only to find his lifeless body decomposing in the sun, even at that young age I'd knew what had happened. I always kinda wish he knew how I felt before he died, he was so awesome. Soon time passed and I progressed to 3rd grade. Here, I was bullied by everyone for everything. I would go home and cry because everyone hated me. I was so desperate for friends I'd always go and do stupid shit like nail some jackass in the head. I only stuck through all of that because of my dog, Molly. At that point in time my mom had actually bought a apartment however she was a lazy slob who failed to take care of us, go to work, pay bills, keep the house clean, ect. Our house was such a ruckus I had cut my foot open and got lead poisoning from trying to walk in the living room. Eventually my dog died, slowly yet brutally. I was heartbroken by that fact as she was the only thing I really cared for. Eventually time progressed and we moved yet again this time I actually made legitimate HUMAN friends. My best friend, Christopher, was the coolest guy I'd ever met and he lived right in my neighborhood! Me and him were the best of pals, we'd always hang out and play Xbox and go with my mom and me places. He truly was the coolest dude I've ever met. Unfortunately his mom died soon later of a heart attack the day after she and my mom had lunch at golden Corrals and she confirmed she was pregnant and his dad took him in and I haven't heard from him since. Soon time passed, people moved one and this started my true depression and hatred... soon I arrive in sixth grade. One of my mom's friends Tad was a relative of her boyfriend at the time and he was the coolest dude in the world and he was the smartest man I had met. He would always teach me cool and new things however he was steadily dying of cancer. He seemed to be getting better and better and I was happy for him but then he soon died. A return to the past for a moment, in fifth grade I had acquired the pride and joy of my life, my Siamese Himalayan mountain cat, Katrina (named that as she survived hurricane Katrina). She was the fluffiest, cuddliest, and most adorable thing in the world. I had her always by my side for so many tears and happy moments I couldn't ever imagine something happening to her. Soon time progressed and she was aging quite obviously. While I lived in Florida for my short period of time she began just sitting in the road not moving for even cars. Well one day she was hit, that was a 50. bullet to the chest. I showed no tears, no sorrow. I was shocked and angered. I had gotten so sick of it all, it was beyond my understanding and unfair to me. All I really ever wanted was a happy normal life but even my acceptance to my situations had gotten me nowhere. Soon I practically gave up on caring for anything, I kinda hated it all really. I always hid my sorrow and anger behind a fake smile. At that point I just wanted to finish highschool and be done with life for good, kill myself. Eventually I had made friends but I made no tight bonds. As time progressed there was one person who I had saw who seemed to be suffering the same fate I had. I tried to help her but she became what she hated and drove me away quicker than nasty armpit hair in my face. However I met more friends, Caroline, Anya, Maggie, and more! I had tried to give in to my arrogance and ignore these people's messages to me. However fate seems to be in a different attitude and chose to reinstall my feeling of pride and joy for the greater good. Today I would gladly take a bullet for any of them without question.