Crazy how life works

Introduction

Hey and welcome to this story. I hope you're in for a ride because this one is wild. Hi! I'm Leah, I'm currently 14, turning 15 in June. I've met amazing people,had amazing events occur in my life but everybody's life isn't so "amazing" all the time. I know this turned from like happy to like dark but I've been through a lot of crap already. Divorce,death,depression, oh and also bad friends. But I have only one person in this whole world who understands me. Her name is Grace. I've known her since kindergarten and we've been friends since. And I honestly don't know what I would do without her today if she wasn't in my life. Live in the US so I'm American!! Here we go into my life.
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June 13th, 2003 6:41 am

I was brought into the world. Don't know a lot of things about the day I was born. All I care about is that I'M ALIVE!!! But seriously I don't know anything besides that. My parents that I was a pain and I was very quiet. Which is weird because I'm not quiet one bit. The next day I'm home. Yay, I guess? Well you know the time and day that I was born. Let's skip ahead to where I do remember. (P.s: I was born on Friday the 13th)

I do remember when I was 2 my dad pulled my arm out of socket because he was trying to grab me but pulled too hard.

4 years later

I'm 4 years old and I was the demon of everything. I didn't understand most things in life at this point. All I knew what food was and my parents oh and what a TV was. My brother was 7 at the time and he was on a baseball team. So he was all like "Imma go outside and ya know like hit zee ball!" I don't even know if he could talk then but whateves. So then I was all like "Yee imma go outside and like be a rocket down the slide!!" Bad idea. My brother was practicing on hitting the ball and I was going down the slide. "Weeeee!!!!!" And then cries. Why you might ask. Well I was going down and didn't see my brother and he swung and hit my lip. I thought I lost my tooth. I went running in with my lip gushing out blood. I was crying and freaking out. My dad heard me and grabbed me and got into the car. My mom drove and my dad held an ice pack to my mouth because I thought my jaw was broken. My mom rushed us to the hospital and I think running every red light. Well we got there and I was rushed into the ER. I was taken to a room and this was the first time I've been to the hospital so I was like "Woah bro, where me at?" Not really. I didn't even know if I could talk, I probably could. I guess we'll never know. Anyways, this doctor dude came in and was like "Woah!! What the heck happened to you?" As I was crying and I was probably thinking in my mind like "This dude must really be stupid. What does it look like, I'm gushing blood. And he's the one who got a degree in college?". He looked at it and said my lip was actually busted open. So they told me that I had to get stitches. I had no idea what stitches were so I was like "Okie doc, bring it on!" Before the nurse left she asked me if I needed anything. I was actually pretty cold and wanted a blanket. She went and got me a blanket and it was all nice and warm. The doctor came back with a long needle, and I was didn't know what was going on. They couldn't put be to sleep for the stitches because I was too young. So I had to be awake and I literally watched them put the needle in. A nurse came walking in with what looked like what my mom used for my teddy bear to sewing it up. She had thread on the end of it and gave it to the doctor. He told me with no warning and stuck it through m lip. I had tears running down my face and I'm pretty sure I was breaking my dad's hand. About 5 minutes later he's done and my lip hurts so much. He told us what I could eat and couldn't, what I had to do to make sure it didn't get infected ya know the boring stuff. I had a band-aid on my lip for 6 weeks and the only thing I remember eating was a cheese stick chopped up. That's me when I was 4, pretty great right? Noooo. Now I have a scar on my upper lip and my friends say they like it and I don't know but I can't change it.

I'm going to skip to about 2 years after that happened.

I'm 6 years old now and my lip is healed. Everything's great for little ol' me. It was a couple months after my birthday and I was living the life until I was awakened by my parents fighting in their bedroom. I didn't know why they were fighting so I got up and checked on them. They saw me as soon as I opened the door. "Mommy, daddy why are you fighting?" I asked not knowing a single thing. "Oh, mommy and daddy aren't fighting. We are just talking, let's go back to sleep." My mom said with the sweetest voice that she could make. I was walking back to my room with my mom and we were almost back to my bedroom. I got into my bed and laid down as my mom was covering me up. "Mommy?" I said as she was about to leave. She turned around and said "Yeah?" I gave her a smile and said "Tell daddy that I love him and goodnight. Love you, mommy, night!!" She looked like she was about to cry. Before she left she said, "I love you too." I was only 6 and didn't know anything. That night I remember having these dreams about where I was shrinking and I would wake up like panting and I would be so frightened to go back to sleep. Well, today I figured out that those dreams today like give me anxiety like symptoms, not that I know what they feel like. Anyways I couldn't sleep that night because of the dreams. The next morning my mom was up making us breakfast. I looked around and didn't see my dad up so I went to their room and he wasn't there. I went back into the kitchen and asked my mom "Where's dad?" My mom looked at me and she jumped because I scared her. "Dad left and ummmm.... won't be coming back." I didn't understand what she meant so I let it go. My parents soon told me that they weren't going to be married anymore, a divorce. So this means that I had to move 6 different times and meet new people and everything else.

Today people know that my parents are divorced and they are all like "That means that you get multiple Christmases, more presents, more money more everything!!" But on the inside I could care less about my Christmas presents, I could care less about my birthday presents. In the matter of fact, I'm not a big fan of Christmas because I haven't been able to spend a Christmas with my parents....together. But through all of this, my brother has been there for me. But Grace has also been there for me, like a lot.

I'm just gonna speed through some things but like the most important events, I'll talk about tomorrow. It's 10:56 pm and I have school tomorrow and I needz sleep. But since this is going to be about my life, I think I'm going to try to upload a chapter every day. So bye for now!!