IM IN ARIZONA RIGHT NOW. A LITTLE TOWN OUTSIDE PHOENIX. IM VISITING MY DAD. MY PARENTS ARE DIVORCED...HE LIVES HERE WITH MY GRANDMA AND I VISIT TWICE A YEAR. IVE BEEN HERE FOR ALMOST TWO WEEKS NOW AND I CAN'T WAIT TO GET HOME. ITS NOT THAT I DONT LIKE MY DAD, I'M A TOTAL DADDY'S GIRL. ITS JUST DIFFERENT THIS YEAR. WHICH IS PROBABLY BECAUSE I HAVE MY BOYFRIEND OF ALMOST FOUR MONTHS WAITING FOR ME BACK IN CALIFORNIA. IVE NEVER BEEN LIKE THIS WITH ANY OTHER GUY...BUT I HATE BEING WITHOUT HIM. I FEEL LIKE A PEICE OF ME IS MISSING. I KNOW THAT SOUNDS CORNY BUT ITS TRUE. I LOVE HIM. HIS NAME IS NICK AND HE'S 17 YEARS OLD. A LITTLE BIT OF AN AGE DIFFERENCE BUT WHO CARES, IT JUST MEANS HE'S MORE MATURE. WHEN WE FIRST GOT TOGETHER IT WAS A MAJOR PROBLEM BECAUSE HE WAS FRIENDS WITH MY BROTHER BUT FINALLY AFTER LIKE 2 MONTHS MY BROTHER HAS CALMED DOWN AND IS ACTUALLY STARTING TO BE FRIENDS WITH HIM AGAIN. SO, WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO WRITE ABOUT? I GUESS I COULD TELL YOU MY WHOLE LIFE STORY...MAYBE I'LL JUST START IT. O YEA THE OTHER REASON I DONT LIKE IT HERE IS BECAUSE ITS HOT AS HELL.
I LIVED IN CALIFORNIA FOR MOST MY LIFE. BUT I DID MOVE AROUND A LOT. I WENT TO FOUR ELEMENTARY SCHOOLS...WHICH WASNT SUCH A BLAST. I MADE FRIENDS EASY BUT SOMETIMES I JUST DIDNT WANT TO LEAVE THE OLD ONES BEHIND. BUT I DID. THEN I MOVED ALL THE WAY OUT TO MONTANA THE SUMMER BEFORE MY 6TH GRADE YEAR. I DONT EVEN THINK I HAD EVER HEARD OF MONTANA. IT SEEMED SO FAR AWAY. AND IT WAS. MY MOM WAS PREGNANT AND ON BED REST SO I TOOK CARE OF HER AND THE HOUSE. WE MOVED UP THERE AND I KNEW ABSOLUTELY NO ONE. BUT I MADE FRIENDS FAST AS ALWAYS. THE YEAR WAS CRAZY..MY MOM HAD THE BABY ...HER NAME IS EMALEE...BUT AFTER A FEW MONTHS WE STARTED TO THINK THAT THINGS WERENT RIGHT. IT TURNS OUT SHE HAS A VERY RARE CHROMOSOME DISORDER. LIKE ANY OF YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS. BASICALLY SHE'S MISSIN SOMETHING AND WILL BE SLOW IN EVERYTHING. BUT SHE'S BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT TO US. SEVENTH GRADE WAS GOOD. I STARTED DATING SOMEONE, IM GONNA CALL TWEETER. WE WERE OFF AND ON THROUGH SEVENTH AND EIGHTH GRADE. MY GRANDPA DIED MY EIGHTH GRADE YEAR...JANUARY 19TH...OF MESOTHELIOMA...HAHA ANOTHER BIG WORD. ITS CANCER OF THE LUNGS...UNCURABLE CANCER. AND THEN...MY MOM WAS PREGNANT AGAIN AND ENDED UP GIVING BIRTH AT LIKE 5 MONTHS...THE BABY WAS MISSING THE FRONTAL LOBE OF HER BRAIN...SHE WAS THE SIZE OF MY HAND. ONLY LIVED FOR 2 HOURS. MY MOM KINDA LOST IT AFTER THAT AND LEFT TO STAY WITH RELATIVES IN CALIFORNIA. I STAYED WITH MY BEST FRIEND AMANDA. I WAS GONNA BE STARTING HIGHSCHOOL IN A FEW MONTHS AND THEN MY MOM SAID THAT WE WERE MOVING BACK TO CALIFORNIA. I COULDNT BELIEVE IT. IT WAS TERRIBLE HAVING TO MOVE AGAIN. I LEFT EVERYONE IN THAT SMALL TOWN. ONLY 400 K-12 STUDENTS. I LEFT AMANDA MY BEST FRIEND OF 3 YEARS. AND I LEFT TWEETER...I DIDNT KNOW IF MY LIFE WOULD GET BETTER BUT IT DID. EVENTUALLY. WELL ILL SAVE THE REST FOR ANOTHER DAY.
Posted at 05:32 pm by Kenna
