Okay, I know this probably sucks and is really boring. But, I've just felt like writing a story. I'm never too sure what to write of when I go to write though, so.. Please, could if you read this tell me honestly what you think and such. It would be much appreciated. Even if you totally hate it..
Thank you,
Caitlin..
Chapter I
The doctors said there was things wrong with her even before she had been born.. worried she'd turn out wrong. But nope, she was perfect as the bright, sunny day she was born. She was their first daughter of the three kids now, and what a precious angel they thought she was.
Grew up daddy's little girl, his pumpkin head. Her mom despised the nickname but he insisted. Sometimes he'd take her out for late night rides when she couldn't sleep, watched her all day long and worked third shift while she slept the night away. Took her to McDonald's where they'd share a large fry. She loved Beauty and the Beast, it was her favorite movie. Took naps together in the afternoon. So tiny and sweet, and her daddy loved her so much.
Of course, he had to spend time with her older brother's as well. They were only just a year apart, and everyone treated them as if to have been twins. They were four and five years older than her, Brendan the oldest was more quiet and reserved like his mother, and Justin more like his father; wilder and more adventurous. Each got along with their similar parent better, but loved them both dearly.
As the baby girl got older, she and her brothers were babysat in the summer. Now looking back she remembered how the babysitter was mean to them. She'd yell and boss them around. Get mad for the little one spitting her gum out in the sidewalk infront of their condo. They had just gotten back from the park a few blocks away between the elementary and middle schools. They all had rather disliked her.
And then came her preschool years, school for 3-5 year olds in a church across the city.. She had a best friend, Rejean. He was tiny too, especially since they were only about 3. Him and her would sit under the desk and suck their thumbs together. He'd help her when her earrings got stuck in the carpet. Played with the numerous toys, walked to the park across the street as partners together with the rest of the class. Almost as if they were unseperable.
All she remembers about her next year as a four year old was having and accident during class. She was so embarrassed and upset over that. But her teacher was so sweet and nice, she had left the next year and she found out she had worked at a Payless shoe store and would visit her from time to time when she and her mother took her great-grandmother grocery shopping.
Maybe she doesn't remember things all to well from then because of something that had happened that year to her as well. It was the year when she tried getting Sam, the family cat out from under a side table and had a somewhat deep cut on the side of her wrist from glass under the table. Her daddy got to clean it by convincing her he had made the banaids into butterflies so she'd let him put them on. Today, she still has the scar but it's not nearly as significant.
In February her family moved, this is right before Justin had turned 9. They moved from the city to the town right next to it. Brendan had been having a rough time in school so that year her mom started him right off in the town and eventually they found a house. But her father and brothers took a karate class at the YMCA, the instructors daughter watched her during the classes for her father. She was about Justin's age, and he name was Madison. See, her grandmother wouldn't watch her when her mother had asked during the classes, and she believes that was the start of why her mother started to dislike, then hate, now loathe the girl's grandmother..
