My life, my rules

My name is Milena. 

I seriously doubt my parents were sober when they gave me this name, but who am I to blame them, their daughter? No. I am just a bunch of living and breathing cells they ask to deliver beer when convenient. 

Sometimes I talk, but not often. 

I live by some simple rules which I will explain later. First, I will paint you the disappointing picture of my life, so you could understand better why I came up with "The Rules".

I was born in December, just before Christmas. Or, so they say. My father swears that it was in Ohio, but my mother was never so sure if that was true. 

I live in a trailer park in West Miami, Florida. 

Sounds good so far, don't you agree?

As a kid, I used to play baseball and ride my rusty bike through mud, alongside most of the boys in this area. I was a friendly kid, I know I was. Something happened, though, but I can not remember what and I became this quiet, restless teenager.

[to be continued]