Life, something we all experience. We may all experience it, but we all have different stories. I have a different one from you and you have a different story than me.
We all have a story to tell. Like I say,” We live to tell our stories, the ones that only we can tell.” It’s sort of like in a book, one character maybe with another, but they both have two different stories.
You have a different story than me. So here’s mine.
Hi, it’s me. I’m the girl who you go to to gets answers for homework, quizzes, and tests. I don’t always give you the answers- unless you are my friend- but you can go to me. I’m the Geek in most classes and have A’s every time. I’m a tomboy so most of the time you will see me in blue jeans and a tee shirt. Yeah, I’m not the best looking, but I like my look. I have some friends and a good position in school. Most people only know the school me, but you are about to know the real me.
The me you are going to learn about is almost totally different from the person you thought you knew. At home I am just broken down from something my mother or step father does- note STEP father. I don’t like him and he pretends to like me. I can’t stand the guy. He’s similar to the devil in my life. He’s always yelling at me because I get mad at the doosh for telling me to do something so he can near the woman I once knew as my mother. Now, that woman is just my master who doesn’t give a crap about me. I’m just so broken down and I can’t stop any of it.
I’m sorry but I’m crying and I just need a break.