A Marie Grace AUTObiography *edited*

The Beginning

Oh hello, I'm Marie Grace Holmes. I'm pretty average looking, sickly pale, brown choppy hair (cut by bugs bunny safety scissors, but that story is for later), and grey eyes. I'm short, which is both a gift and curse.
Why am I saying this?
Oh, I remember. Publishers.
Ugh.

  Well, I was born on the coldest day of the year- February 29th, the leap year day. I don't know why I couldn't be born a day later or earlier.
   It's unique and all, but My birthday is only one time every four years.
  After I was born, Mom and Dad had to go to Tokyo for their job (They own a worldwide comapny, and have to travel a  lot) and the doctors almost gave me up for adoption.
  That's why I hate doctors.
  But my grandma took me in, along with my older brother, Caleb. (He's like, 8 years older than me. Awkward.)
  I saw my parents from time to time, but they would never stay long. But let's not dwell on that. (Those jerks.)
  Enough about Gwendolyn and Mordecai Holmes. (My parents.) I learned to read when I was 2 and a half, because my grandma always taught me to do something productive. I learned so much, and it was fun. I traveled a lot, though, because my parents wanted to have new offices everywhere. So I was born in California, moved to Florida when I was five, then to New York City when I was seven, and then Minnesota when I was ten. But that's beside the point. 
 When I was 10, my grandmother passed away, and my brother went off to college. My parents made a friend of theirs take care of me. Just saying, she didn't do that. She hated how sarcastic I am (sometimes it isn't a gift) and that I am a smart aleck, so she just checked that I was in bed by 11:00. So I took that to my advantage. I found out where the library was, and went there everyday after school.
  Okay, so I was requested to tell the story of my hair.
  I was about four I believe. So, my brother was doing a project with some friends, and he asked me to pass the scissors. I was using them to cut my hair, because long hair annoyed me and I didn't want just any haircut. My parents were mad, but my grandma didn't care.

  So, until next time.