Great Britain!
I used to live in England a year after I was born. I lived there for 3 years and in the 3rd year my sister, Aria, was born. We also got our cats while we were there, their names are Jack and Pipa. Jack and Pipa are both black British short hairs, but Pipa is the runt of her litter. They are 11 now and are still pretty healthy and in good shape. I have many photos of me in front of very pretty ruined castles.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
Definitely not made for mermaid life..
When I was younger I hated the taste of water. I always went to the hospital and emergency rooms due to dehydration or my diagnoses of Migraines. One time when I was in first grade, it was a Saturday, and I woke up really late. It was one of those late mornings where since my parents saw I was still asleep they’d decided to make pancakes. I got up from my parents bed because I was sleeping in their bed from being scared in the middle of the night, and I immediately fell onto the ground with a very weak body. I cried for my mom and dad and my mom came over to help me. I ended up throwing up after that and my mom kept me in the bathroom while I threw up over 10 times. I also had a very bad migraine eventually and my dad and mom took me to the hospital. ONce we got there they put me in an emergency room and my mom and sister left. My dad stayed with me the whole time and honestly it was so much fun, because I was able to bond with my dad and do all these cool tests that they did to make sure I was ok. Eventually a doctor came in after I got there like an hour later and we both played tic tac toe on her ipad while other nurses put a shot into the top of my left hand. She then gave me my sunglasses for the light that was really bright and caused me lots of headaches. My dad would watch a tv show with me called “Prank Busters” or something like that on the small TV on the ceiling most of that day. Eventually I was taken to a room with a sound machine and they took tests to see if I could hear the sounds or not. I stayed at the hospital for the whole day and half of the night. Eventually late at night my mom and sister appeared and brought mcdonalds for me to eat on the way home.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
I like to consider myself very creative and artistic, so I often write stories. I think I’ve always wanted to express myself in writing stories and my art since I was in kindergarden. I remember my first book was a peppa pig book, but all the pages did not have words besides the title because I didn’t know how to write yet. I would draw peppa pig and her friends doing things on each page, and I would give them to my friends. I would tell them to recreate the words using what they saw, and anytime in the class I would ask to read my books. Eventually I got into reading graphic novels, like The Amulet, Baby sitters club, Bee and Puppy Cat, and Dogman or any of Raina Telgemeier books. I soon got inspiration from the Babysitters Club books and would write stories based off of my own lil version of the Babysitters club on google slides with my friends. I still create stories on google documents, currently I have a unfinished book that I started in november 2021 of 6th grade and then stopped it at the beginning of 7th grade because of lack of motivation and not a lot of people wanted to read it when we sent out a spoiler for it in the library, which was kind of saddening because we worked so hard on those 67 pages filled with words and lore.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
Ok, so I mentioned that I like art before, and I really, really like to draw. Of course, sometimes I wish I never picked up a pencil, but most of the time I enjoy what I draw. I’ve been drawing since I can remember and it came to my liking first before writing stories. I’ve always had straight A’s in art class that I take and there still has not been a year where I haven’t had art class. My dad used to draw, and so did my mom. I have a cousin, Emily, who is a art professor in a college, but I haven’t talked to her since I was 8. I love the style of unordinary cartoons or any kind of non realistic art, even though I also do realistic art from time to time if I have the motivation, and I think they look really cool. I am very good at traditional drawing (pencil and paper). I also do commissions for any game I play currency’s. Eventually I want to make actual money off my art and save that money for my hobbies and collections!
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
I am a very big fan of dolls. My whole life I have always wanted to have a whole room dedicated to them. Especially BJD’s, which are called Ball Jointed Dolls and a majority of them are 100$+ because they are all handmade dolls, at least the ones I’m talking about. Normally people think of Barbie dolls or LOL dolls, which I do have multiple of LOL dolls from when I was lil, but I have never been a barbie fan, I only have 4 barbies that are lost somewhere in my room, 2 plus size barbies, one with braids, and a purple hair one. My other 2 are skipper and doctor barbie. The dolls I’m talking about are only sold on etsy, and are very expensive due to them being handmade, painted, and their own plastic being “handmade”. I currently have 15 dolls, a mixture of Generation Dolls, and American Girl Dolls. I only have one BJD that I got for Christmas last year in 2022 and man I literally cried when I opened my christmas gift, along with a few other dolls from monster high.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
>Being a B.R.A.T<
My mom and dad both were in the military. I was in Ohio for one year before my dad was stationed in England, so we followed him. From England we went to Maryland and were in a hotel for 3 months. From that Hotel we went to a condo that was still in maryland. From that condo, we moved to Annapolis, still staying in maryland. That was the first house I started school in. I’d say that is my favorite house, because of how many memories I had in it for 2 years. It was a very broken down house and we had rented it for 2 years. There were multiple cracks, but I loved it. I remember us having this huge backyard and patio that we never went in because the grass was waaay too long and overgrown, plus there were too many bees for me. We had a neighbor named Sarah who had a secret playground behind their backyard, and they were the only family who had the key to get to it from their backyard. Anytime I wanted to play at the playground with my dad or mom, we would knock on the door to ask for the key, or sometimes they would lend us the key to their backyard so we could go through the secret gate that they had. Sarah was my age and she was my first best friend. We did a lot of things together, we played with all of her barbies, I swear, there was like a billion that she had owned. I would also borrow her minnie mouse toys, because she had a lot and I liked to switch the bows to different colors. I’m pretty sure I cried when I moved. Then I moved to Odenton (still in MD). I always forgot I lived there. I lived in a small condo again, and I played in the streets with my sister and our other friends in the neighborhood. From there, I moved to Virginia to a large house, it was awesome. I absolutely loved it, it had 3 floors, and the last floor was me and my sister’s huge playroom. I really miss it, I moved there 5 weeks before covid, and stayed there until the summer before 6th grade, when my parents divorced. Now I live in two places.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
+Vacation to Horse Island+
When I was in 3rd grade (I think), my mom brought the family to two Islands called Assateague and Chincoteague. I loved the experience there, the drive was actually really pretty. We had a hotel along a beach but the beach was closed because we went during the fall time. There was a really nice restaurant next to us and a cool playground, and we would eat there every night. I got a Brier horse, which is a very delicate toy horse. I had a hug silver unicorn that I named Musty. He had a huge unicorn horn, with sparkles in his mane, horn, and eyes. When we drove up to Asseteague, we saw a bunch of wild ponies when we were going to the beach, they were so cute! When we went to the beach there, we saw in the distance and it was really cool, but I ended up getting slapped by a fish.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
+Trouble’s+
Throughout all of my life, no matter how many times I’ve moved, I have always been a target for bullying. I, though, have never bullied someone or have had intentions of bullying or making fun of someone, purposely hurting them. When I was in kindergarten to first grade, I remember being bullied for being sensitive. I could not handle being called ugly or being left out, so I cry a lot in public, and I don’t know why. It bothers a lot of people, and has brought attention to me. In 2nd to the middle of 4th grade, I was always left out by my friend Abby, who told me I could only talk to her on a certain day of the week because she was embarrassed of me, and I still don’t know why. We both liked the same things, did the same things, and agreed on almost everything. We even liked the same song creators and outfits. She, after a year, became friends with a girl that used to bully her, but I made that girl apologize to Abby. Abby got more mean to me and often called me a cry baby if she would block me out and I would get upset. I spent many recesses outside on the Buddy Bench, watching other kids play with each other while I sat and stared, at everyone, in my own world, waiting for someone to be friends with me. Eventually I got to 5th grade in Virginia, and again, the cycle repeated with another girl. She did the same things with me, and I ended up finally blocking her but she came back and I let her be mean to me again. I appreciate my dad and my mom who the whole entire time gave me advice (though my dad helped more just cause I went to him the most). My dad has really helped me through talking with counselors, teachers, and even administrators about me being targeted for bullying. I’ve been through alot of schools now, and it sucks, but I hope my friends now are my real ones, they mean alot to me.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
+Busch Gardens+
Once me and my mom, my younger sister Aria, my moms friend and her two daughters, were at Busch Gardens. We got a warning for terrible storms coming to the area, so the speakers came on and told us to seek immediate shelter. Originally, we were suppose to go into one of the pretzel stand buildings, but it was too crowded and wet, and we ended up being in the middle of the bridge that was high up in the air above a very fast river. We waited under the umbrellas on the bridge, but once the storm started it was terrible. You could hear the river below us make loud rushing water sounds and it was very scary with all the loud and heavy rain hitting us. Me and everyone else were laughing because we were all soaked and my mom started filming everything, well besides my sister Aria. She was crying the whole time because she thought she would slip off the bridge, but I comforted her (i think). I still have the picture my mom has of me and her smiling in the rain. The whole rest of the night we were soaked.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
+My Pets+
I have 6 pets, Jack (black cat), Pipa (black cat), Rosie (gray cat with white dot), Pedro (ginger cat), Arwin (siamese cat), and Polly (golden doodle). I got Jack and Pipa when I was 3 and they are my favorites to be honest. Me and Jack have a very special bond because my sister would play with Pipa more, and Jack was always my kitty. He is turning 12 this year but he’s in really good shape so I don’t think he is dying this year. Him and Jack are both twins, but Pipa is a runt, meaning she is smaller than the average cat, and normally runts don’t survive, but she did, and she is in the best condition. Pedro I got when I was like 6 years old. I remember when we got him he was so scared to come out of his carrier, but eventually he did. My mom told me he was a mean cat, and we adopted him because he’s so cute and he still deserved a loving family. I took that as a challenge, so from then on I would play with him with my shoe (so I don’t get hurt) and I would pet him when he was least expecting it so he couldn’t attack me. Now he can tolerate me petting him at my grandmas because we had to give him to my grandma. My cat Arwin, I got like 5 months ago, for free. She is 4 years old and she loves me and my sister. She is a very talkative and fat cat, and she loves to sleep next to me and roll over sleeping. She also howls at 5:00am for wet food but I am used to it from my other cats. My dog Polly has been here for now 4 years now. She is 4, and I love her alot, but I prefer my cats over her. She is a good dog, but sometimes annoying and smelly. We wash her and care for her though, we just don’t let her on the couch because she eats the cat litter and she smells like it.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
-this is Kuro