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Looking back
I was 17 years old when I was forced at my will to leave Hayword. Now my awful parents were making me move to Weschester. I have no clue how to even spell that let alone be stuck there for the rest of my life not knowing anyone. If you don't know me by now, my name is Faith. I know dumb right? Wrong. My mother's mother was named that, and frankly I hate it. There is nothing I hate worst than going to church and praying for something I don't really believe in. I also hate the name because my old friends used to make fun of it. So I know I'm going to be poked at when I head over to my new school. stressed
I guess this is what I get for not praying like my Jesus freak parents. They get whatever they pray for. Me I get the leftover. You know when your whole family has eaten before you, the good stuff is all eaten and they save you the ugly meatloaf. UGGGH xp I think that's gross. The only thing I was looking foward to is, can you guess? Not gym, they always seemed to give me nose bleeds. My favorite subject was literature. I love reading books and writing in my journal. One day I hope to fulfill a life long dream of becoming an author. For now I guess I'm just plain old Faith. I still hate the name by the way.
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