My friend Ana

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My life has not been the best. I lived in a small house that was in bad shape. The doorknobs always broke off, the sink in the bathroom didn't work, the kitchen sink clogged a lot, there was mold in the bathrooms, pee stains on the carpet from the dogs we used to have. It smelled like smoke because grandma lived with us and smoked in the house. There were six kids. I am number four. Youngest girl. I had a crappy life, but I was content. Until we were kicked out of our house and moved into a trailer park. No friends, nobody who cared. Then I met Ana. We became close. She helped me out. She was honest and helped me realize that I was fat. Ana introduced me to some good friends of hers, Mia and Blade. The four of us are best friends. This is my journal of thoughts since Ana, Mia, and Blade came into my life.

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