Choose You

Introduction.

            Honestly, I don't even know where to begin with this story. I'm usually amazing at introductions of papers I write. I start off with a quote or a definition then go from there, but this being about my terrible experiences, makes it hard to find a good place to start. Of course, I'm going to start at the beginning, but the question for me right now is how far in the past? I guess I can give you a quick rundown up until everything got fucked up.

I was left on some steps of a barber shop when I was a newborn child. Police found me and brought me to an adoption center where they helped me. I was starving. Who knows how much longer I would have lived if I wasn't found when I was. My now parents adopted me from China and I actually turned one the week that we came back to America. I was raised as a kind and loving child for the most part. I had a few times where I could see how everything got messed up, but of course I can't blame my childhood for everything. I was the Christian Leader Award winner from first to third grade and it made my family proud. Then in fourth grade everything started becoming a mess for me and, my friends, it was a slippery slope from there.

Now, before I get into the fourth grade and beyond, let me express the memories I have when I was younger than that. In kindergarten, I remember a few instances where I could see me being sort of a bully because of betrayal. One time I was with my best friend at the time, Amber or Ashley, and I asked her if I could boss her around for the day. She agreed to let me tell her what to do for the whole day, though it only lasted probably an hour. We were coloring and I was finished, so I told A to be done and play with me. She didn't want to, so I complained and told her that she promised I could tell her what to do. It turns out that another boy from our class was listening to the argue and got mad at me, ending with one of the teachers lecturing me about how I would like it if I were told what to do.

Another time I was angry was when I was playing blocks with A and two others and we were splitting up the blocks evenly. We were each supposed to get ten blocks, but I counted that we were even and A and the person she was playing with disagreed. We argued for a bit and then it got so heated that A whispered the name of the boy I liked who was playing with me. I was so hurt that I didn't talk to her. Later on she did end up apologizing and I think that might have been the time that she got the teacher to make me forgive her. Now, that was kindergarten. I was betrayed and hurt by my then best friend and I should have known that it wasn't going to stop there.