This is My Story. #JustWriteIt

This is My Story. #JustWriteIt

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This is the story of my life. I am the freaky weirdo. There are so many people in my life that I forgot. Help me recover my memories. -Jessica This is the story of my life. I am the remembered. There are so many emotions I forgot. Help me recover my memories. -Rose This is the story of my life. I am the most intelligent. There are so many things I forgot. Help me recover my memories. -Amelia This is the story of my life. I am the sassy. There are so many pranks I forgot. Help me recover my memories. -Hannah This is the story of my life. I am the heart. There is one person I forgot. Help me recover my memories. -Charlotte This is the story of my life. I am the fighter. There were so many comrades lost. Help me recover my memories. -Ebony
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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.

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