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+ 1	i am really bored
+ 2	The old life and house....intro
+ 2	Past 3
+ 2	Past 2
+ 2	Past
+ 5	Teenage Dragonhood 5
+ 6	wat i do everyday
+ 5	Teenage dragonhood 4
+ 4	Teenage dragonhood 3
+ 8	pretty much life in a short story
+ 5	Teenage dragonhood 2
+ 6	Teenage dragonhood *prologue*
+ 4	The Wizard's Curse 6
+ 6	the wizard's curse 5
+ 9	Something good, Something bad
+ 6	The Wizard's Curse
+ 9	The Wizard's Curse
+ 8	The Wizard's Curse
+ 8	The Wizard's Curse

k...my dad ran out on my family when i wasn't even a year old.we moved to detroit and when i was around three he wanted to see my brother and i...that is what changed my life dramitcally...we then moved to clinton Michigan....i continued to see my dad...we stayed in clinton for about three or four years...then we moved to Homer Michigan...that is where i am today...my mom and my brother started fighting and argueing a lot....one day my mom got shoved against the wall and she ended up falling over a heater....my mom would always side with my brother over everything...i had gotten hit and hit over and over again...mom didn't care...all she did was yell, which doesn't make a difference....i had learned to hate my brother and everyone else in my family although i didn't show it. my mom yelled at me and when ever i talked back she slapped me(i was slapped twice in my "childhoood" and when i was about five if i told on my brother my mom would hit us with a paddle for tattling....i grew up an adult without a childhood...i had so much responsiblity that i didn't have a child hood....i grew up in fear of my life...my brother had a hot temper and i had always gone to school the next day with bruises on my arms...no one questioned my bruises...that is only part of my life

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