Despite me being kinda angry right now, I 'm gonna write my history. Why, it's better than moping around the house. Besides, if I don't do it know, I might forget to do it. SO here is my story.

Ok, so here I go. *some may be repeated but oh well* My earilest memory starts in pre-school. I remember having lots of fun there *who didn't* and being in trouble a couple of times. I liked it there. THen I went on to kindergarden. THere I start having more memories. Like one time I peed in my pants while in class, I remember feeling so terrible. I was generally a fun-loving kid who enjoyed school. Until one day I hit one of my friends with a metal lunch pale, for calling me a monster. I remember me dreading my parents finding out. They did, and I got in trouble *read beat*. So eventally I moved on to first grade. By then, I somehow learned spanish. My dad did not like that. Next, things went downhill, my dad started selling are stuff. I didn't know why. Eventally, we had a black and white tv with no hot water. So one day my mom took us on a trip to the park. She had given us the option to either to move somewhere in San Fran or to a new place. I didn't respond, my big bro was like, I want a new place. SO that night, we went to our great-aunts' house. WE had our bags there, then they drove us to the Greyhound. We left on the next bus out. *to our current city*

When we got there we went to the nearest motel. The ppl were like no, this place isn't for families. So we end up getting a taxi to a nice hotel. Then, my mom found a place. When we moved there, my mom went from concered to party animal. I was 7 at the time. So without mom there, I got to do whatever I wanted. I walked to the park, bus stop, rock field. I was so curious. Later, when I was 8 we moved to a new spot. There, I meet my best friend. There, I roamed around the neighborhood. It was ok, till I started school. I started there and hated it. I didn't know anyone. I actually cryed in class after first recess. I got laughed at. From there, I went all the way to fifth grade in corners, reading textbooks. Though sometimes I'd be invited to fill in or something. So when we moved to a different area, I was so happy. I was like, I can't wait. Well, at first, no one wanted to play, but after a couple of fights I'd become somewhat popular. So,I enjoyed the end of fifth and sixth. THere I met my first girlfriend. We had so much fun, though we weren't suppose to be together, the mom of hers didn't want that. ANd the little bro of her's always threatened me. Eventally I beat him up and she broke up with me. Oh, forgot by my lil bro and sis. Well, by then, my lil bro was just being born. ANd my sis was being raised by me and my grandma. More my grandma at that point.

Next was middle school. I got into alot of fights and had even more friends. Plus even had a couple of girlfriends. Though my grades started to slip. I went from A's to D's. At home, I start not watching the lil bro and sis. Eventally, we move again. I go to a difff middle school. I hated it. I didn't know anyone. And the first day, someone came to me trying to date me, later, I found out she was sent there. What, did they want to set something up like Carrey? ANywho, Since I didn't know anyone, my grades went up.

Next, was high school. At home, I started taking care of the lil ones more attentivly. High school was bad. FIrst I had to leave my first one to go to the alternative one. Then we move. I go to a third one. One which has the elementry school kids that didn't play with me. Though my best friend is there and it works out ok. Till 12th grade. I move again. This time I know none. There I sit on the hallways doing work from class and stuff. Eventally I graduate. Basically bring me up to this point. There is more, but my hands hurt. Till next time.