Chapter One: Life's Bundle of Joy
Eight and a half months she was confined in this dark room, eight and a half months she spent in one single spot, developing into what we call a human. The day came, May 15th, 2001 at exactly 1 o'clock in the afternoon a child was born, yet she wasn't breathing. The umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck not only once, but twice and as the doctors removed the cord that was suffocating that child, the body went cold. They tried everything they could, and when all hope seemed lost, a cry rang out, louder than any cry that they've heard before. A year and a half goes by, this bouncy baby girl was about to be two! But spent a night in the hospital cold to the touch, colder than ice, and then a nurse came in. Crank... Crank.. "What are you doing??" The mother yells. "Her oxygen levels were too lo-" the nurse hesitates as a low soft sound echos in the room, the nurse turns around to investigate only to find the child gasping for air, the nurse quickly turns the dial back up allowing more oxygen to be delivered into her body. Well, I'll tell you what, that nurse was given one eventful night from that mother, my mother to be exact. Yes, I am the child, stepping on deaths door twice yet these were only stories I was told from my mother, I'm not entirely sure if they were true. Years go by and I start to grow up, I start school as a kindergartener, man was it amazing! You were able to play with sand, little plastic monkeys and cubes, you got to color and even played outside on the big kids play ground. I loved school, the smell of school even brought me excitement, I excelled in school yet my reading was a little problematic. Fast forwarding to my fifth grade year, this was the first year where I didn't know why I was failing, I was trying all that I could do to keep up with the other kids, I couldn't, I was too slow. The teachers would yell at me, telling me I should be paying attention and I was! I was... Some time goes by and I become friends with two boys, wow! I had friends! Or at least, I thought they were until this boy Dean was following a couple of girls not leaving them alone and when I asked him to stop he just shook his head and kept following, the next thing he knew was my foot swinging around, knocking him to the ground and automatically making him cry. "What a loser" I thought, was he really the loser? And why did my stomach feel so uneasy?
