Chapter One - The Beginning (Sort Of)

If I started talking about the very beginning of my journey then I would have to start before my birth, but I am not going back that far. I mean, it’s just too much to explain, so I’ll start somewhere else.

It took me three years to get my Associates degree, which isn’t very good when you think about it. I just graduated and I took the summer and went to California to do a research program. It was a blast traveling across the country alone but I had to come back to real life some time, and when I did I realized how bad by procrastination really was. I mean, getting my associates in three instead of two years showed a little procrastination, but I always had reasons. Like, I needed to work to pay for my books, car payment, car insurance, cell phone bill, 25% tuition (because I had a 75% scholarship), gas, food and rent. I rented a cheap room from this old couple I knew because my parents kicked me out, but that story’s for another time and place.

I wanted to keep going to school because I had my scholarship and I didn’t want to lose it, so when I got back from California I applied to StateU. But, I applied a week too late and was accepted for the next year. Basically, I had an entire five months of no school. This was not good as I get bored very easily, so I moved in with my Dad and got a new, full time, assistant manager job paying way more than I could imagine.

This wasn’t the greatest of all ideas because my Dad is a closet drunk, and I don’t put up with drunks very well, so he kicked me out. Really, I kicked myself out.

That’s where my life began. I was finally free to breath. I started going to school online, I had a brand new boyfriend who was wonderful, a small but great group of friends and a little room that I rented from a lady who was incredibly friendly and easy to live with, Bonnie. The only issues I had were work related, no big deal. I thought I could conquer the world, but on my 22nd birthday things started getting weird.

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At 21 everything seems new and fresh. Besides the legally being able to drink, you are able to call yourself a true adult, and that’s what I was doing, calling myself a true adult. I was moving out, on my own, and I had everything figured out. I had the perfect job, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect place to live, my car was running (which is all I could hope for), and my classes for school were awesome. And when I say awesome, I mean awesome.

But that’s when I should have known, you can’t have everything you want. I mean, there’s always a flaw, a misjudgment. I was only 21, how could I have known it would turn out in disaster? Seriously? It’s like the gods were against me or something, no, they were against me, that’s what the fortune teller said.

I know it’s dorky to go to a fortune teller, but I was desperate. I had to know what was about to happen. Had I not gone to Esmarelda I would have be royally screwed…. Royally.

Maybe I should start from the beginning…