My Past

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I was never perfect. My childhood was horrible and I blame myself for it. Now that I'm older I wish I never was born. I mean how much worse can it get. I've been in and out of foster homes, I've been abused, and been to a mental hospital more than once. I have ptsd from it all. It sucks like my life.

Then one hot summer day at the pool with the one real friend I have, a cute boy came up to me. He asked me what my name is and how old I am. So I told him everything. I didn't know this but he went to my school and was the worlds best heartbreaker.

       His name was Bryant Cruz. I didn't recognize the name at first. Then I realized I had English class with him in my sophomore year. I was almost 15 and in my junior year.

25 minutes later:

" Hey Alexandria, I've been wanting to ask you this for a while now but would you like to go out sometime?" Bryant nervously asked me.

"Sure I guess." I replied to him.




Thank you for reading part one of my story and I will hopefully publish part two here soon in the next three days😄

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