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I was born April 29, 2004 as the youngest of 7 kids. There were 3 boys, who were the oldest, and 4 girls (including me) who were younger. The closest sibling I have in age is my sister who is 6 years older than me.

When I was a baby and a bit before that, my family was kinda homeless. I'm told we had to stay at a homeless shelter for awhile, but then eventually we got a house very close to where we currently live. My siblings often tease me, saying that when I was a baby I drank mustard from the bottle, though I doubt it.

My earliest memory is from when I was six, it was my birthday and my grandma and aunt had come from Pennsylvania to visit. All I had wanted was a surprise party, and when I didn't get one I started to cry. I got a party, though, with family and cake and ice cream, so I should've been grateful for what I got. Because I was crying, my mom told my other sister to blow out the candles for me, but that just made me cry more. Other than that, it was a good day.

Almost all throughout elementary school, I loved my teachers. Kindergarten was fun, and I often wished I could go back there, though that was the first time I'd been publicly made fun of, I didn't care at that age. I didn't like my first grade teacher, she'd always yell and get me in trouble for things I didn't do, even though I was always the goody two-shoes in school.

I absolutely loved my second grade teacher, she was amazing. And second grade was when I met my best friend. We'll call her Maddy. We were inseparable and complete BFFs. I was able to be myself around her. But she moved away the summer before fourth grade.

That was actually a hard time for me, the summer before fourth grade. I had to move. My family had to leave our house, and we only moved around the block, but I still had to leave the only house I remembered living in. My best friend moves away, and I'm sure I'll be alone at school. My dad's cat, Yoyo (that's what we called him, I don't know how to correctly spell his full name) died. Our new kitten, Snowflake, died. A good family friend died.

During fourth grade, I was starting to highly dislike school. My best friend had left, what do you expect? I made a new best friend (we'll call her Kay). Kay was super nice and kind and an amazing friend, now we were unseperable.

Then came fifth grade. Kay and I were still best friends, and this year was better. Kay introduced me to Crys, who I'd known of for a couple years as she'd gone to the school since third grade, and Alex, the new student. They were both awesome people, and they became my best best friends. I could always make stupid jokes and be myself and talk with them. But that was also the year this super annoying kid Victor came to my school. He constantly made fun of me and disrupted class. Yet we somehow became friends, due to me being stupid and starting it all off with asking if he wanted to meet my dog. Anyway, he's actually a cool person, though he can often be annoying. He's actually probably my best guy friend.

Sixth grade came rolling in, same as fifth. That's when I finally took Victor's suggestion and started watching Markiplier, and I never regretted it. And through Mark I found Jacksepticeye, Matthias, MatPat, and NateWantsToBattle. I also started writing on Wattpad in sixth grade, something I loved to do.

We're coming close to the current time, but we're still not there. The start of seventh grade, middle school. Most of my friends came and are going to the same school as me, which is cool. I've met a ton of amazing people at this school, though. Olive, Zay, Potato, Sammy...Amazing friends that I'd never trade anything for. Especially Potato (and I know Potato will read this and you know who you are), because she is just amazing.

Now the downsides of middle school and what's happened. People constantly making fun of me and insulting me. It's always happened, but I haven't taken it seriously until now, and many more people do it now.

I've cried at least ten times at school this year for various reasons. I've never felt like I had someone to talk to, because no one cared.

So now we're up to date on my life so far. As for the rest, I don't know.

My name is Julie Marie Rossi. I was born on April 29, 2004, and therefore I am currently 12 years old. I am a cis-female, so I was born female and I identify as female. Though I often wished I didn't so I could prove some kind of point to my brother, who is completely against transgender people. I have no clue what my sexuality is, but I think I may be some type of bi, if not just bi. I'm nerdy, geeky, weird, idiotic, smart, nice, and would do absolutely anything for my friends. I never want people to be left out, and I never want my friends to feel bad or sad or upset. I want to make people understand the things they don't so that life can become a small bit easier. I want life to become more fair to those who never did anything wrong. I want those who think they can get away with being mean to my friends to just leave and get out of my life, because I'll push you out anyway. So that was me. I went into very little detail, and some things I skipped over completely, but that's it. That's me. Just a little insight into my life. Very little insight, but it's enough, sincen if you know me then you already know way more about me. Bye.