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The Beginning

I was a good girl.

Smart

Bright...

Happy

But that was the past. This is now.

I lived in a warm house hold but we moved around a lot. 2 sisters, both older, oldest already moved out and never really came to visit. A mom, a dad, 2 cats. Normal family.

Well almost normal.

We lived out in the country. I slept in the room which a little boy was locked in my closet and died.

I ended up becoming friends with that boy and strange things would happen in the house but I just laughed and played with him.

He was my first friend.

Everyone loved me since the beginning, even strangers would ask about me.

This was because of my hair...

I continue to grow, and fast. We moved to the house that we would stay at for a long while until my parents would decide to split up in the future. I like that house, the neighborhood. My friends lived around me so it was a good thing.

I went to preschool at a private school because we were able to afford it and it was better.

I met my best friend there.

A year later was kindergarten I was happy because that meant more kids and a bigger school where we would do more and recess. But I didn't know that I wouldn't see my bestie anymore because of the switch...

My parents wanted me to learn real things, not religion because religion wasn't going to pay my college or get me a job.

The first day of school I became friends with who were popular then and always be popular.

I didn't like the girls I hung out with. They were mean and snobby. Made fun of other kids and I didn't like it so I started hanging out with boys, I didn't believe in cooties then.

John, he came to school and I instantly liked him because of his hair. I became friends with him and showed him around. We were best friends and inseparable. I started hanging out with him and his group instead of the girls.

Besides cowboys and Indians was really fun!

My school career started off great. Straight A's, awards, I even graduated it because I was so intelligent. It was funny, the people came into the classroom and handed me the roll and said I graduated, I was too dog after that.

First grade, he moved to the private school and I was really sad. I didn't really have friends on first grade it was really whoever sat by me.

I don't know how, but I ended up become friends with Kyler. It was so weird. He was mean and everything and was so sweet to me so it was okay. To me at least. Little did I know he would be popular later on.

There was a time that he got mad though and pushed me into the desk but of course I forgave him. I knew he had outrages and respected that because he had a tough time.

Second grade came along. Again as always, friends with the populars. I started hanging out with girls but there was always the mix of boys too.

I always like the boys better anyways they were funny and weren't afraid to get dirty.

Third grade was a combo class which was cool but now thinking about it, retarded because the school was cheap.

I met my best friend here, she's the one who's always been there and always will be till the end. She was a year younger but that didn't matter.

I started to slack off on my homework, this is wear things go down.

Fourth grade I stopped hanging out with popular people, I didn't like them. I just hung out with the same old friends which was fine with me.

Fifth grade made me happy. I get to go to a new school and look forward to new friends and everything. I couldn't wait. At the end of fifth grade last day of school and ran out the gates and to my dad's police car.

3-4 grade, at home life got hard. 3 grade, cousin used me. I was naive, I didn't know what was going on...

Five years older than me.

Used his little cousin who's innocence should've been spared, wasn't. And he did it many times.

He didn't hurt me he was careful but just the fact when I was older and found out what really happen wasn't anything great....

I told my mom. It wasn't right.

4 grade my parents fought non stop and it made me cry but I refused to let them see me. I went through my mini emo I guess you could say phase because of the fact I like hot topic way too much and I dressed in dark cloths. It's funny to think about it.

Fifth grade my mom took me and showed me the house we would be living in.

It was big.

The backyard was amazing and I was excited.

Plus my guy friend who was also popular lived down the street. But so did my bully.

A month or two later my dad took me to go to an open house and it was raining. I liked the house but I didn't tell him because that meant moving, and I didn't want to because my friend lived next door.

When we got home he asked how I liked it and I started crying saying that I didn't and I never will, but eventually I would love that house.

Finally after all was said and done, I split my room at my old house in half. Girly things to moms my things that I actually liked to dad's.

And toys hehe

I knew I'd have some good times, besides there was a girl two years younger than me and her brother, my age, lived there too.

I became friends with the girl.

Her name is Leslie and we've grown to be close like sisters, I always watch out for her and give her the best advice I can. I love her.

There was a time I ended up getting terrified and refused to go to my room for a week because I thought there was a ghost in my house since I saw my closet slide open and and slam shut then heard other things... Yeah

Through all of my baby life and elementary life, I had it pretty damn great.