The Life Of Genee Craig

The Life Of Genee Craig

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Melanie Martinez
As I walked through the school's court yard, I turn my head to the side and see the guy that made it all happen. Turning to face forward I think three simple little words "Is it me?" ..... ~ 1 Year Earlier Hi my name is Genee (Jenny) Craig... Haha!! My name is just like the healthy weight loss food supplier. GREAT isn't it?? Awesome!! But in all honesty I don't really care. My real name is Genevieve Jolie Martinez Craig. Out of all my family I'm the only mutt. My mother is Puerto Rican, Indian and Caucasian. While my dad is African-American and Indian too. But he died when I was three. So since my mom got married to this guy named Scott four years ago. Scott is African-American too. My mom didn't really get along to well with my dad so she left him as soon as I was born, and to prevent from being able to try and get custody of me she gave me her last name Martinez-Craig. I know this is along ass intro and all but bear with me though.
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