This is just a random book that I'm going to treat as my journal/diary. I'll tell you what's going on in my life and rant about annoying stuff. I'm rating it mature for violence and just general, because I am a teenager, stuff is going to get intere...
So I got tagged a while ago by the lovely -onloveeros- to do a tag they came up with which is pretty cool. They asked 6 questions about your past and such so I'm gonna do them. Enjoy and also go follow them.
1. Where were you born?
I was born in Western Washington in the United States. About an hour away from Seattle.
2. How large is your family
So my family consists of me, my brother ( moroccancookies77 ), my mom and dad and my lovely dog Ruby. Outside of that I have my grandparents (2 on each side) and both my mom and dad have one sister and one brother each. The siblings all have spouses except my dad's brother. I have 4 cousins on my mom's side and none on my dad's. I have a bunch of second cousins and cousins once removed but then that gets confusing so I'm not going to get into that. So yeah, overall it's a pretty small family compared to some.
3. Adventure to your (first?) home?
I came home from the hospital where I was born on Halloween. I lived there until I was 5. I don't remember much about it except the living room. I don't know why the living room.
4. Heritage
Ooo yay! I get to talk about my confusing family past!! So I'm gonna give you the basics and try to keep up. So my dad's family mostly came from England, Ireland, Scotland, France and the Isle of Man. The ones from France immigrated mid-1600s to Canada then after travelling around for a couple hundred years they settled in Washington (I know the past 4 generations at least were born in Washington). The ones from UK immigrated ages ago, can't tell you exactly when though. My mom's family is even more confusing! My Grandma's parents both immigrated over here in the early 1900s. My great- grandma came from Russia when she was 5. This story is kinda sad so skip over it if you wish. So, my great-grandma was Jewish and when she was about 5 her family came over here on a boat to visit a cousin in New York. While they were there, there was a pogrom in their town. (Look up what a pogrom is if you don't know it, I don't feel like defining it right now.) Since they had no home to return to, they stayed in America. My Grandma was born in New York and grew up there. My grandma's dad immigrated over here when he was young as well but we're not postitive where he came from. His boat left France but it's entirely possible he came from another Eastern European country. He was also Jewish. My Grandfather's parents were both born in America (and Jewish) but their parents (my great- great- grandparents) all immigrated from Eastern Europe. So basically if there's a white European country, I'm probably from it. I am the whitest person alive.
5. Journey to current home
As I mentioned above, I moved to my current house when I was 5. It wasn't a big deal though, we moved like 10 minutes away.
6. what do you remember?
About??? I'm gonna go ahead and assume you meant, like, my childhood so I'm gonna give you like 2 random stories about my childhood that I'm pretty sure no one on Wattpad knows about. So, when I was in Kindergarten I had one friend. I'm gonna call him... I dunno, Chris (not his real name at all). So during recess all the "popular" girls would go and play jump rope. Well, "Chris" and I didn't really like the popular girls so when they went off and played jump rope sometimes we would go and throw pinecones at them. Looking back that was kind of a jerk move but I kinda find it funny, like, "what was your favorite game to play when you were little?" "I played trains!" "I played make-believe!" "I played throw pinecones at people and run away..." XD Okay, second story: so in 4th grade my teacher used to let us play with clay. And I don't mean like play dough. I mean actual clay that you make pots with and such. So there were a couple of us who had finished our clay thing early and we were back in the classroom (without teacher supervision) playing with these colorful shape blocks. They looked like this:
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(I couldn't remember what they were called so I googled "colorful shape blocks" and lo and behold it was the first picture that came up) So I was playing with the yellow ones and making a beehive out of them (creative I know) and talking with my classmates and somehow the subject came up to "what is Zilro like when she's angry?" and "how can we make Zilro angry?". I don't know why, we were 10. So they were all asking me what would make me angry and I was saying no cause you can't just make yourself angry or whatever and finally this kid, let's call him Kyson, (he was a jerk and no one liked him) asked "If I smashed your thing would you get angry?" and I replied "it's a beehive and sure." Mostly cause I was just done with them asking me these things. So, he goes over and smashes my beehive. I mean, I understand we were 10 and all but seriously? That was a jerk move and that's why no one liked you "Kyson". So now he's smashed my beehive and what am I supposed to do but "get angry" so I basically pretended to get angry and chased him around the room. AND THEN, my teacher comes in. Now, my fourth grade teacher loved me so when he caught us running around the room he basically just went "you promise never to do that again?" and i'm this scared little 4th grader and I just nodded, and said "of course." and then he dismissed me and then gave this huge long talk to Kyson. So yeah... I probably have more stories but this post is already like 1026 words so i'm gonna wrap this up.
7. Tag at least 10 people
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