I am here waiting.
I am always writing.
I think about my past i use to play minecraft ,mk8 ,gta 5 i tell my cousins why is my life so bad i always wanted to play a sport any kind.
i still remember the first day of school i was getting bullied i used to tell my grandma and my teacher but they never trust me only because i sometimes do jokes whit them.
In honduras i almost got killed they put the gun on my head ,but luckly my other grandma saved me,but now she is dead now.
I keep on remembering but i cant forget about the best grandma.
THE END.
