When I was a toddler, everyone seemed to loved me. I'd steal my adoptive sisters cans of Mountain Dew and I would run down the hall of our house with it in my hand take a drink here and there before someone would catch me and take my delicious soda.
Sorry, that was a little off topic, but I do that every now and then.
Okay,I'm going to be completely honest. I was a spoiled brat when I was younger and sometimes I still am, unfortunately.
My adoptive parents would literally give me any and everything I wanted. When I got a little older, and they told me no. I'd get mad and sometimes be mean to them. The first time I ever got my butt spanked was when I was four or five, Darlene had said no to something that I wanted and I got mad and hit her in the face with one of my baby dolls. No, Darlene did not do the spanking. She couldn't even watch as my adoptive sister Kathy did it.
Another time I got mad a Jackie in Food Lion parking lot, and I bit him on the arm.
These are the days that I regret most. I regret not treating the ones that I love and that love me with respect and kindness.
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Non-FictionThis is a story about a girl named Destiny. Travel with her as she faces many trials in her life. She battles love, fate, faith, regret, pain, abuse, depression, and many more. Hope you all enjoy. (I will be publishing a new chapter/part every day...
