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My name is Kristiana Nichole. Kristi for short. I'm 14 and a complete optimist, to the point of losing touch with reality sometimes. My friends are the most splendid people to grace this earth. They appreciate the fact that I can be random at times. I'm not easily won over, but a disney movie + an entire bag of popcorn = the way to my heart.
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Things were so different back then. I don't know why or how I forgot about it all until yesterday, but I somehow did. And the fact that Kayla didn't know about that whole story.. I was just surprised at myself I never told her.
Well to take you on a flashback: I was 2 years old. My mom and dad thought I just had a really bad cold so when mom went to work a 12 hour night shift she told Dad to keep checking on me. He stayed up, got drunk, watched basketball all night. Never even bothered to look. When mom came home I was gray, unconsious, and running a temperature of 105. They took me to the hospital and as it turns out, I had a weird strain of salmonella combined with phnemonia- and the only drug that they had for salmonella had never been used on kids below like 6. They basically told my mom that without it I would die but with it I have a 50% chance. Well I am still standing here today and the only traces of the whole incedent that remain are some old photographs of me with IVs in my feet... which my mom has hidden away into the chest she keeps locked up with all the things I want to know.
Today I had a sore throat, nothing to worry about but I refused to tell mom because she gets really overprotective when I get sick (I wonder why, looking at the story above). I couldn't take medicine without her noticing so I drank 4 bottles of water, and a thing of milk during school today. Now that she's finally gone to bed I used some throat spray but it isn't doing much good. Oh well, I'll be fine as long as I don't catch strep.
I feel so angry at my father... I just can't even explain right now. He did so many things to us and now he is off living in a big 3 story house with his wife and kid (soon to be kids) while we would be so much better off if he never came a long. Don't get me wrong, we are doing fine, but when his family makes about 100 grand a year and he claims it's hard to pay child support that has never really been updated since he worked at mcdonalds, he really could help out a little. He will be shipped out to Iraq soon, not to fight but just to be there. He'll be the one in the nice air-conditioned office all day, while people are getting killed out there in the desert.
And did I ever mention that the new baby will be a boy and that they are naming it after him? That... man. I know he has changed, but that will never erase the past for me. And he won't even be around until the child is nearly a year old and already learning to talk. Poor kid, he'll be just the opposite of me.
I started out with a father, and he'll end up with one.