"Oh stop Dieana Darling. You look amazing!" My aunt speaked.
I'm sorry Lori, I just don't like it" I tried to explain it to her, but it just made her even more angry.
"What's not to like?!" My aunt yells at me softly.
"I'm not all big bow on the butt, Rinestones on the boobs, and Big blue bow on a white dress, on the butt. I'm sorry ok. Its just not my style." I tried to speak to her in the most sweetest voice I had.
My name's Anabell, but you could just call me Dieana. That's what my wholeclass called me why i was in forth grade. They calld me that because I wore glasses and had four sergeries. I also used to suffer from cancer. I lost mostly all my hair from it. I did get over my cancer thank god, but the two forth grade classes and the two fifth grade classes told me I shouldnt live like that. Bacially meaning, I shouldnt live LOOKING like how I do. They told me I should just go die or have someoner do it for me. So people used to call me Ana for short, but since I got bullied and was told togo die, They called me Dieana. Forcus on the Die part. I stuck with that name for a while now because im curently in the ninth grade. Five years. wow. ok. I only lived with my aunt because she always wanted a kid but she couldnt have one because it failed everytime. My mom and dad gave me to her because they were going to put me up for adotpion anyways because of the cancer.
Yeah my life hasn't been the easiest, but somehow I mannaged to get around it. I just learned that I have to smile through times.
