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The Story Of My Life Series 1: Elementary and High School Life
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Ongoing, First published Dec 28, 2017
Mature
This Story is based on my real story. Pure Non-fiction
From, One Of The Victims Of Bullying in school, To One Of The Future Aspirant Science Teacher.

"Part of our Life has may challenges, pero paano mo malalagpasan ang bawat pagsubok na darating sayo kung marami ka namang hadlang gaya ng , plastic friends, mga maiissue jan i mean mga chismoso/chismosa, at broken family.

Once upon a time, nong Ngdadalang tao ang aking ina, ang buong akala ng nanay ko ay babae, pero nung ipinanganak ako nung, july 29, 199*, Doon laking gulat ng nanay ko na lalake ako, 

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For seventeen years, I was trapped in a boring life, the people I made contact with everyday are my parent, Julia and no one else, my aunt drops by occasionally. I want more than that boring life, I want to stop being home school, I want to know how life is by not living under the watchful eyes of my parent and I got it when I spent my last year in high school at Blake high school. It was crazy, I experienced a lot, I met the mighty P-12, Every happy Linda, Annoying Amy, mysterious Isabella, Joel and his bully crew, playful Zion, boyish and troublesome Mitchello, cunny Irantiola, sweethearted Bee and my heartrob leandro. I learnt something which I still held with me till today, the people you least expected to hurt you will hurt you most, you can never tell someone can hurt you until the person hurt you. I am glad I left home, I made some mistakes and I learnt my lesson, never judge someone you just met because you can never tell their story, how life has dealt with them, what makes them what they are presently, I have a lot to talk about in my story.