Lets start from the beginning. I was born in albq., NM, and a month after being born my mom and I moved to Oregon to be near my grandparents. Though, they were not so kind towards my mom in the beginning. My mom is a hard working woman, and I look up to her. My sperm donor of a "father" followed us for a few months. But eventually left and I never saw him again. Besides, from the stories I've been told, he only wanted my mom and I was just "baggage".

At age 2, my mom got pregnant, and by the age of 3 I had a baby brother. His father was a no good for nothing accept for drugs kind of guy. He caused nothing but stress for my mom and she tried to get rid of him but he kept coming back. Claiming for his son. My mom was working 2 jobs and had two kids to take care of, she says she didn't need a third one.

Eventually, my mom found a good guy. They were friends for a year and then dated for a year. They got married and now they are on their 13th year anniversary trip now. But lets get back to after the got married. My mom's husband took the part of our father.

I was told I was this confident, "adorable", funny child. Things changed when I started elementary school. Being bullied can do that. My lunch would get stolen, I'd get made fun of, they'd somehow get me in trouble for it all with the teachers that didn't really know me. Luckily, the principal and the people in the office knew me and knew I wasn't at fault (because they have witnessed it all before, without my knowledge).

I lived in the same apartment complex as my bullies. So, it wasn't only at school. But, mind you, they wouldn't bully me in front of my mom.

After 5th grade, I decided I wanted to do home-school. I talked to my mom about it. It took a shit ton of convincing. I did all the research. I found the school I wanted and brought it to my moms attention that she wouldn't be the teacher. I had teachers online that would do everything. She finally said okay.

By my freshmen year of high school, my family had to move to Washington for my mom's husbands job. I thought about going back to public schools. But the area we lived in wasn't the greatest. So I knew I'd more than likely be in the same position I was in elementary school. So I stayed in home-school. I met a couple of friends that I don't talk to now, but they were there in high school for me. We graduated in 2013.

I am 19 now, 20 in October ;), and in community college. Oh, do I have stories about my freshmen year in college... I'll get to that another time. But I am glad that I was home-schooled. I probably wouldn't be the person I am now. I probably wouldn't have the goals I have for myself. So I have no regrets about my life decisions.

Thank you for reading :)