As part of my get-out-of-jail-but-be-followed-around card, I have to write down everything I can remember about each friend death.
My psych said if I wrote down memories or thoughts, life would be clearer, open up. I would be able to see what I was to become.
That was before Jennie died.
Number 7.
If I use numbers and not names, maybe I'll grow more detached.
But the whole writing idea followed me around until finally, here I am. Professionals want to know my life.
What makes me tick.
When others around me stop ticking.
I have no idea what to title this paper. It should have one but I can't think of anything except, "The Girl Who Lived."
I've heard it's good to start a story with a hook, a way to bring the readers in and keep them reading.
How's this one:
The first person close to me who died was my twin sister, Samantha.
She died the day after we were born.
Mom saw it as a sign and ran away as fast as she could.
After strapping me with a bipolar name, of course.
Mom didn't last a year.
Dad is still with me.
Sometimes I wonder if he wishes he'd been the one to run away.
He's stuck with me and stuck up for me so many times it should be in the Guiness Book of World Records.
He had to learn to cut and dye my hair, make me look like a boy and move in a moments notice. He has a gun under his pillow for the people who want to hurt me (I've personally never met any of those people). He had to learn to cook, transfer school records and find quiet, rundown neighborhoods for us to live.
He's the best dad in the world.
That's why i would never let anything hurt hi,.
My psych said if I wrote down memories or thoughts, life would be clearer, open up. I would be able to see what I was to become.
That was before Jennie died.
Number 7.
If I use numbers and not names, maybe I'll grow more detached.
But the whole writing idea followed me around until finally, here I am. Professionals want to know my life.
What makes me tick.
When others around me stop ticking.
I have no idea what to title this paper. It should have one but I can't think of anything except, "The Girl Who Lived."
I've heard it's good to start a story with a hook, a way to bring the readers in and keep them reading.
How's this one:
The first person close to me who died was my twin sister, Samantha.
She died the day after we were born.
Mom saw it as a sign and ran away as fast as she could.
After strapping me with a bipolar name, of course.
Mom didn't last a year.
Dad is still with me.
Sometimes I wonder if he wishes he'd been the one to run away.
He's stuck with me and stuck up for me so many times it should be in the Guiness Book of World Records.
He had to learn to cut and dye my hair, make me look like a boy and move in a moments notice. He has a gun under his pillow for the people who want to hurt me (I've personally never met any of those people). He had to learn to cook, transfer school records and find quiet, rundown neighborhoods for us to live.
He's the best dad in the world.
That's why i would never let anything hurt hi,.
