Thought I'd make one of these Please no hate! ;D I encourage you guys to make one too! It all started on April 22, 2000 when I got grabbed out of my mothers stomach during her c-section. My head was to big to fit out of her ... um.. yeah. And I was such a fat baby, so of course I was cute.. xD I grew up really close to my family and relatives, we would always do things together, like go on vacations, christmas parties, it was just really fun. Then, kindergarten came along... I was the blondest kid you'd ever lay eyes on. It was so blonde, it was white. I had lots of friends. I shared a special friendship with my friend Roxy. We would do everything together. We even wanted to have sleepovers. Our parents didn't let us. It was kindergarten... what did they think I'd do to her? Anyways, that was upsetting to us, and sadly our friendship came to an end in 4th grade. I remember getting my first dog and it was the happiest time of my life. He was so little! We also got a fish, but mine died after 2 days because I would always take it out of the fish tank and pet the scales. I thought it felt good to the fish. I didn't know they needed water to breath... whoops.. We went camping yearly over the 4th of July, and it is so freaking fun, that is the only time I am happy in the summer. But then there was 5&6 grade. Best years of my life. My class was amazing, my teacher was amazing... My teacher used to by me and two other friends Chipoltle or Jimmy Johns. He is actually gay, and our class supported his every move. Then came Jr High... worst years of my ENTIRE LIFE. Everyone is so awkward. No one wants to be there, everyone smells like B.O... and your body is going through lots of weird changes... lets not discuss that xD ... 7th grade sucked. You were either a Jock/Prep, or a no one. (Not trying to be rude) But it's true. Popularity sucks, really. The preps would always do weird things to my friends and I... and we filed a report to the office, and they got suspended for sexual harassment. That taught them a lesson. I got good grades, I couldn't stand to see a C+ on my report card. It had to be either a B or an A, and I did it. 8th grade started out amazing. I had this great group of friends, I officially joined theatre, I got main roles in some productions as well, and life was perfect, until mid way-end, all hell broke loose. The people who were being mean to us last year, did the same this year. They always said "Theatre is so gay, if you're in theatre, you're gay" That made me really sad, and made me sufferer through social anxiety. Really bad anxiety. Every time during class, I would be afraid of the teacher calling on me for an answer. I was scared that if I said the answer, it would be wrong and people would laugh at me. That caused my grades to go down drastically. But after looking up towards my role model, I some how passed the 8th grade. And now, I'm going into 9th grade at a new school. A performing arts school. I will finally get to do what I love, and get taught how. I'm really excited to be apart of this school next year. Best of all, no football teams... so, no preps. So, I hope you enjoyed it Sorry if it's a little depressing, but hopefully it inspired you to go and type your own.