~Autobiography~ (in third person)

Once upon a time, (about 15 years ago to be exact) their was a cute little baby that was brought into this world. Little did she know what was in store for her as she got older. She had a mommy and a daddy and two brothers and a sister. Man was life great!; at the time.

As soon as she grew old enough to understand, she realized that her mother and father were no longer together. In fact she also realized that she had two brother and a sister and none of them were her mothers children. She had wished so hard that she didn't come from such a broken family until she realized she had other family members who cared for her just as much as her parents did.

She had a loving grandmother, a great aunt, uncle(s) and cousins who all care the same. She lived with her mother in a far away place at first but soon moved with her wonderful grandmother due to her mother's crucial brain surgery. She loved her so, she was like the best friend that you could ever have. She cooked all the best dishes from scratch, you know how everybody loves grandma's cooking. Life could not get any sweeter; so it didn't.

Later on when she got even older, her dearest grandmother sadly passed away from cancer. This was a sad time in her life. A month later she was in a bad car accident which left her mother badly bruised. To help get over that was a truly great friend of the family who I called my uncle. He was a fun loving rendition of my grandmother just younger and he was a man. I cherished his company with the depth of my soul.

Unfortunately, He passed as well right before her birthday. What a traumatizing time this must have been for her. She was old enough to search and question but not quite old enough to withhold the answers. A while after this her moods changed drastically. In fact so did her actions. The mysterious thing about it was that she did even question why her behavior changed.

In this time in her life she was a teen. She couldn't stand the human race (with exceptions) and she really just kept to her self. It was really about a year ago when she started to not so much as open up but started to write on paper how she felt about everything and everybody. This is when she changed her image and mind about how she is going to deal with life from hear on out if she was going to deal with it at all. A little while later she was found writing a story about her life thus far wondering what she has in store for the near by future.