When I was little, I thought that the only way to start a story was by saying "Once upon a time." The things that have changed since that day are vast and far too many to be named. Almost everything I can think of is different in some way or another. My views on a lot of things have changed since then. My name is Brysha, and im here to tell you my story.
Near my third birthday my brother, my mother and I moved from our small town of Prince Rupert to slightly less small town of Penticton. My mother had divorced my father but of course I have no memory of anything that occured around that time. All I remember is we moved in with Mark and I hated him. He was spanked me when I misbehaved and at that age it was obvious that I could only hate someone of the sort. I was a quiet child, meaning I didnt have many friends. Though, in no means was I ever lonely. I loved to play by myself and had thousands of imaginary friends. I used to teach them school on a brick by my front steps. Right before i started highschool, my Mother met and married George. Of course this was long after Mark had up and gone. I think I must have enjoyed George's company at one point but now it is quite the opposite.
Near my third birthday my brother, my mother and I moved from our small town of Prince Rupert to slightly less small town of Penticton. My mother had divorced my father but of course I have no memory of anything that occured around that time. All I remember is we moved in with Mark and I hated him. He was spanked me when I misbehaved and at that age it was obvious that I could only hate someone of the sort. I was a quiet child, meaning I didnt have many friends. Though, in no means was I ever lonely. I loved to play by myself and had thousands of imaginary friends. I used to teach them school on a brick by my front steps. Right before i started highschool, my Mother met and married George. Of course this was long after Mark had up and gone. I think I must have enjoyed George's company at one point but now it is quite the opposite.
