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sometimes life freakin sucks. You never get what you want, you have to pretend to be something so people will like you, and just when things are perfect, everything goes down hill. story of my life. I would put this on my main account, tara2berry2, but in all honesty, i dont care. so its goin right here on "daniels" account. I was born in pennsacola (spelling? ahhh screw it) florida, and after a few days we moved to Vancouver Island off the coast of British Columbia, Canada. I remember loving to take the ferry across the small stretch of water to the mainland, and then exploring the vast city of Vancouver. It was like a fantasy, the pretty lights, cool places, and many friends i had as a little kid. My older brother Connor and I were best friends with the kids next door, who were 9 and 11 when we moved. Connor befriended 9 year old Steven at around age 5, when steven was 4. I befriended 11 year old Patricia when i was around 3 and she was 8. despite our age differences, connor and steven were inseperable, and patricia was like a second mother to me. All four of us spent every waking moment together doing fun things like auctining our favorite things for other peoples favorite things. I still have many trinkets from this, as does connor, like binoculars, nail polish, toys, games, makeup, sweets (which are nasty by now haha) and many other things. We had even built a secret fort and cleared a pathway to it in the large woods a farmer nearby owned. He hated kids, so we always had to hide when he got near, for he had no clue what was going on. When i was 4 and connor was 8, we went on a trip to Belize for my dads (whos a marine biologist) field studies. I loved everything about Belize, from the amazing Mayan Pyramids to the little shop near our house where the owner would give us free candy. we spent three months living there, then came back to Canada. Then, when I was 6 and connor was 10, we found out we were moving to York, Pennsylvania. Although I cried out for "My Trish-y" (patricia) every day, she never came. although I was in firts grade in Canada, my new school district put me in kindergarten. They put connor in fourth grade. We soon made loads of friends, and lived perfectly happy. We had a large house, and we were extremely well-liked. We made friends there that will be in my hearts for a lifetime. It was in fifth grade, though, that I discovered I had an unusual knack for writing. I wrote stories for my Sims on teh game Sims 2, which were detailed and written like an adult, my mom had said. But like any child, i just thought she was being nice. When I entered Dallastown Middle School the next year in 6th grade, my language arts teacher Mrs. Brothman told me about the school newspaper. The day after she told me about it I joined. throughout 6th grade i wrote poems for the paper. I had so many friends and my life was perfect. My brother went to the neighboring Dallastown High School. Both buildings were massive and very expertly landscaped and designed, both three stories and very excusive. I took advantage of this fact, thinking all schools were like this. 7th grade came fast, and then we moved to Beaumont Texas, where I started school with the Dallastown expectation and was extremely let down by the crap school, or at least in my eyes it was. Now I'm thirteen and my brothers 17. I'm still in 7th grade, hes in 11th grade. Story of my life. stare
 danielxdisaster123 · Mon Apr 13, 2009 @ 11:37pm · 0 Comments |
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