Perfectly Broken

Chapter One

In the month of April year 1999 at, I'm not sure what time, a little girl was born to Renae (my mother) and Chris (my father). And as you probably guessed, that little girl is me. I'm Paris. Paris Marie to be exact and this is my story. Well at least most of it. 

I'm not this well known person, I'm not some big celebrity or anything. In fact I'm just a normal teenager, doing normal teenager things. I don't exactly know what "normal" is, and maybe there isn't even a such thing as normal, but I would like to think that my life is as normal as it could be. 

I have five siblings total, one brother and four sisters. As weird as it sounds, I'm not fully related to any of my siblings, we're half siblings. You see my mom and dad split when I was a baby, I mean I don't know what age I was when they split because I never asked, but I don't remember them ever being together so I know I had to be little. My dad has four kids, me obviously and my younger siblings; my brother Hudson, my sister Taylor, and my sister Rylee. And as you probably figured my other two sibling is my mothers children; Regan my older sister and Riley my younger sister. 

I didn't grow up with any of my siblings, I mean technically I did, but I didn't live in the same household as any of them. In fact I live with my fathers parents, Gracie and Christopher. My parents weren't bad parents that couldn't take care of a child because they have their other children that lives with them, but I chose to live with my grandparents. I know what your thinking, how did this little girl chose where she wanted to stay? I can't give you that answer because I'm not entirely sure myself. You see growing up my friends would always ask why I don't live with my parents, why I live with my grandparents. I used to answer, "because its where I wanted to live," and that may be true, I mean it is true. But apart me always knew that living with my grandparents was my way of not picking sides when it came to living with my parents. 

I saw and visited my parents when I wanted, my mom lived about 10 minutes from where I stay, and my dad lives about an hour from me; so visiting was never a problem. The problem was me wanting to stay home. My aunt Bailey and her children were always over at my house. So of course I grew those sibling relationships with cousins. I didn't want to be somewhere else when the people I grew close to was over. My dads other kids did come to visit every once in awhile, but I still didn't have the type of relationship I should've with them. As I got older and as time past I started visiting my mother when I wanted to, and as far as I was concerned she was okay with that. When she called and asked me to come over I came, but her calling wasn't an all the time type of thing.