{oo3} The Story of a Girl. {oo3}

Facts about my life that I hate:
} orphan at age six
} stoner at age fifteen
} shoplifted at age twelve
} everything
And some other stuff I rather not talk about.
My life isn't what you would call "a stroll in the park". Not one bit.
My mom died of cancer when I was three. Back then I was too little and didn't understand.
Next, my older sister killed herself when I was five. She said nobody liked her and she had no friends.
Lastly, my father died. Last. He got into a tragic car accident and needed surgery; he didn't make it through all the way.
And nobody, not one of my other relatives would take me in. They said that I would cause them much trouble and cost them money.
But because of all this mishap in my life, I became antisocial and didn't rely on anyone. Most of all, I dislike resent anyone who relied on me.
When someone finally decided to take me in at age ten, they began to regret that they did.
At age ten (and a half), I put two kids in a coma. It was in fifth grade and these two idiots were insulting me. I told them I would put them six feet under, but... Boys just don't listen.
At age twelve, I shoplifted from a store. Peer pressure is evil, I tell you!!
At age thirteen, I started smoking. Although smoking is disgusting to me, the peer pressure gets to me!
At age fifteen, I became a stoner. And you've guessed it... Peer pressure.
And now, at age seventeen and almost at eighteen, I already gave up on the whole peer pressure deal. I quit smoking a few months ago because like I said, it was disgusting.
I don't shoplift anymore, either. I stopped at fourteen. But I am trying to stop the cocaine deal.
I even have a boyfriend who loves me for who I am. And...
I think I'm pregnant.
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Yesh! Part three! Weee!! I like to rhyme. But I actually really don't like this one... It just came to me and i wrote it down, so...