Level one : Born and not knowing it

                         October 16, 2005. A baby was born. The future president was born. A disaster was born.

                                                                                Wait, WHAT?


As I was born, I had a few difficulties. The first three days of my life were spent in the hospital, hooked up to a machine to help me breath. Great start right? I know. But it got better. A few months later, my mom left my dad and didn't think about keeping the house, or any valuable items to help us stay on our feet after we left! WTF. She would tell you," Well, I didn't want him popping up out of nowhere talking about he owned stuff." But she also tells me that I ate her food RIGHT before she finds it in the refrigerator.

I mean, I am so greatful to be here, praise God, and yada yada yada. But why does a whole bunch of messed up stuff happen to me?!?!?  My boyfriend hasn't talked to me in days! Just today, I had to miss my absolute FAVE show, Tales of Miraculous Ladybug and Cat Noir, because all the sudden, my bus driver wants to be on time. And every day, I have to deal with immature kids in my class because they don't understand what happens in life. :-[

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good story shared. You did well. You shared some history and I like your thoughts and the positive feel in the words. You are doing well.
Coyote

[Victoria Westing Haddix]

Thanks :-] I haven't even finished the chapter yet. Or, persay, I haven't even started. Anyway, it's really cool that you looked at my stuff. Again. thank you
Victoria

[Coyote Poetry]

Keep writing. A good beginning.

[Victoria Westing Haddix]

A good beginning which describes a harsh life