Okay so I lived in Chester for 8-9 years. My parents got along with each other. We were happy and I was loved. My parents applied me when they could. My mom was always working. My dad was always home. I am truly scared of my dad. When he was a kid he was extremely tan. But when I was about 5 my dad had huge muscles and was tan but not tan. He had an extremely deep voice and a look that scared me half to death.
Well I was a bad kid. I used to poke kids in the eye,jump off desk and so on and so forth. I feel like it had an impact on my family and life at home. My family was small until my little sister was born. She was born when i was around 6. I got extremely jealous because I was the baby and was replaced by her. I was so mean to her which I feel had another big impact on my family. She was so cute I couldn't help but be nice to her but only when no one was looking. My mom is hard working which put a lot of stress on her and my dad had to take care of 3 kids himself most of the time. I was said to be a mean,rotten,and crazy baby. My baby sister was totally different. She was a calm, and quiet baby. She grew up and took the spotlight off of me. I was a daddy's girl. I looked and still look a lot like him. But when Adalynn my little sister grew up she hogged my dad. She would tattle on me for things I didn't do. I then would act out which caused family problems... My dad's been in jail a lot all the cops in Chester knows him by name. He's was and is a criminal. Well I guess not really he's a bad person at times but we all are. It would be a lie if I said you guys were not a bad guy. Anyway it was hard for me to make friends. I'm the kid everyone picks on and makes fun of. There was this one time I tried getting off the bus with this 3rd grader and I was only a 1st grader. I wasn't a nice person. I followed my dad's footprints. Always getting in trouble. It's hard to get attention. I'll do whatever it takes to get attention. In my house it takes a lot because there is 3 girls that all want attention and will do anything for it. My mom and dad was a druggie at one point. They got better. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep thinking something bad might happen to you or your family that was me every night. I used to get terrible nightmares about death. I used to get scared a hell. Used to wake up crying and screaming. My older sister hated and hates me. But deep down I know she loves me and cares for me I just want to know why she pretends to hate me. My little sister looks up to me so I feel like I have to set a good example for her so she does well..
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