I've always wanted a dog. My parents finally let me get one. He meant the world to me. They gave him away because they didn't want a dog in the house. I keep pretending to be fine, because my parents keep saying that it's just a dog. But secretly, I've never been able to forgive them for this.
When I was 13 I texted my mom and told her I was pregnant. The problem is that i meant to say "practicing".
When I was in the 1st grade. These guys' taught me what gay meant. They told me it was liking guys. So, me being a girl and only having a partial definition, I was like." does that make me gay? I like boys" they started laughing and never told me anything. I walked around saying I was gay in, 1st, 2nd, and 3rd grade. and I was frequently laughed at and I thought It was funny too. Until i told my mom.
When I was 13 my brother started being mean to me so me and my best friend decided to give him pay back. We peed in cups and poured it all over his pillow, that night he slept on his pillow but kept complaining that it smelt funny, I blamed my dog, my brother still hasn't found out.