I'm Alexis, 14, soon to be 15, and I was born in Bakersfield, California and raised in both Bakersfield and Lamont California. In my early years of childhood I grew up in Lamont, one of Kerns bad areas filled with Mexican immigrants or as people like to say border hoppers and old school beaners and mafia drug dealers and a bunch of what not. But truly it's not, I mean yes they have a lot of immigrants and some bad people but a lot of the Mexicans just want to live as us citizens and came here for a better life. Anyways, that's where I grew up most of my life from the ages of three to seven and before three I lived in apartments in Bakersfield. My parents had their first child, my sister Alyssa, when my mom was twenty-two and my dad eighteen. Young aged parents, my mom graduated high school but my father did not. My mom and dad met at a job also known as jack in the box. They weren't a love at first sight kind of couple. More like a lets fuck and date while my dad had an on and off his school girlfriend. That's where they messed up and my mom got pregnant with Alyssa who is a year older than me. We moved into my grandparents trailer that they had in their backyard and lived there until I was of the age of four. Things where pretty good and we moved into a new house in Lamont down the street and we were attending school like any other kid but things are kinda blurry from that time frame because I was so young. After the age of five I remember a lot of things clearly. I remember the nights my parents would fight. Physically emotionally and vocally. I Remember the nights me and my sister were afraid of the yelling and silverware throwing from my father. I can't quite remember why they fought at that age. They wouldn't tell us. They always had their secrets.
