Birth of a Not so Heroic Heorin.A Chapter by AriannaI hope I'm not dooming myself to an abnormally short life by writing my autobiography at 16 but if I am there will be less for you to read. My story started like any other, except not.
One hundred and five degrees in high point North Carolina, sunny and the perfect time to have a baby. At least that’s how it seemed to my mother. On august ninth 1995 I was born. Now I could bore you with details about how I was born in a birthing center not a hospital or how my mother went to go see forest Gump 2 days after I was born. But nobody wants to hear those things. They want to hear the juicy things, the jaw dropping moments i've been trough.
And for this, we must rewind to before I was born, back to when I almost died the first time. Back to when my mom looked like she swallowed a balloon, before she left my dad. I warn you now that this is the first and only time I will call him dad, for although we are geneticly similar, I hold no respect for him. To me he is a walking, talking, psychotic sperm bank who tried to kill my mother.
That’s right, he tried to kill my pregnant mother push her off a second story balcony to be more specific. And when that didn’t work he tried to set her on fire. So this is why, when we fastforwerd to my birth again, I’m one parent short.
I was born on my uncles birthday, not that I’m sure he was very thrilled as he was probably upset I took the limelight with all my darned baby cuteness. Yeah, that’s my family for you. “Oh you had a baby on my birthday. Let’s just throw it off a cliff cause now the attention isn’t on me.” Okay well MAYBE I’m exaggerating a bit, but only a little.
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4 Reviews Added on August 14, 2011 Last Updated on August 14, 2011 AuthorAriannaNCAboutHi there, So I know I have a really horrible tendency to drop off the face of the earth. No promises I wont do it again. I do that. But my husband and I are writing a book and we would love some i.. more..Writing
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