Hey! I'm Renesmee Preston Quinn and I'm 16 years old.
I know you guys are wondering why I wrote that I came from a "suicide house", well let me tell you a little about that;
My dad hung himself when I was 13, about a month after my brother was born; so he never got to see what dad ever looked like.
My mom got hit by a car, I know it sounds like it's not suicide but it is; see she was on the highway of Los Angeles at midnight, she was waiting for a car with zooming speed and once she saw a Chevrolet with just the right amount of speed, she ran to the middle of the road and got ran over by the car.
She died a month after my little brothers 2nd birthday. She left a note saying that she was too depressed about dad and how she couldn't handle seeing me or my brother because we both have dad's cheekbones and eyes making her tear up and that she couldn't take care of me or my brother anymore.
My brother was born on July 15 2011, he's turning 4 in a few months. He looks a lot like dad but has mom's brunette hair. His name is Jaremy Xavier Quinn. Since he was just 2 when mom died, I was the one who took care of him. When he was 2 1/2 he started calling me 'mama' and 'mommy' which took me by surprise but I never scolded him for that.
Now let me tell you about myself;
I have brown eyes, dark brown hair with blue ombré tips, fat lips, huge foot, chubby cheeks, tan skin, thin (not too skinny, not too fat) , never had braces but I have perfect aligned teeth. I am very weird, insane, loud, smart, funny and sarcastic on the inside but I'm very soft, quiet and shy on the outside. They call me a "weird tomboy" because of my style which isn't really my actual style; my normal outfit for school is usually skinny jeans and oversized hoodie or sweaters with my 5 year old longboard.
Let's start the story on when I had my first conversation with no other than my high school bad boy…
