Title: My story
Author Note: This isn't based on what happened in TFTF. It has the same characters but the story line is different.
Isn't it funny how in one minute, one second your whole life can change. That's what happened to me, and this is my story.
My father works for the military, joined when he was eighteen years old. My parents had only been married for two weeks, my oldest brother born just one year later. Two years later my second oldest brother was born, and then came me. I was born in Texas, lived there until I was three years old. At that time my father was relocated to Hawaii.
When I started kindergarten it was easy to make friends, but as time goes on kids grow in to teenagers and realize things they never knew. Things like race, the color of skin, the nationality of each person. When you were little you never knew that there was any difference between anyone. But as you become a teenager you realize that to some people, there is a difference.
Just three days after my thirteenth birthday my two best friends started to become cold to me. At first I didn't understand why, but as I looked around I understood. I wasn't born in Hawaii, I wasn't Hawaiian. Therefore I wasn't very welcome. My father is Spanish and my mother Puerto Rican, so I had the dark skin, dark eyes and dark hair. But I still wasn't Hawaiian. I never got picked on, or beat up; but I also was never had any friends. It stayed that way for a year and a half, in the middle of the school year a part Hawaiian, part Puerto Rican boy moved into the house next to ours. That's how my story really begins.
Author Note: This isn't based on what happened in TFTF. It has the same characters but the story line is different.
Isn't it funny how in one minute, one second your whole life can change. That's what happened to me, and this is my story.
My father works for the military, joined when he was eighteen years old. My parents had only been married for two weeks, my oldest brother born just one year later. Two years later my second oldest brother was born, and then came me. I was born in Texas, lived there until I was three years old. At that time my father was relocated to Hawaii.
When I started kindergarten it was easy to make friends, but as time goes on kids grow in to teenagers and realize things they never knew. Things like race, the color of skin, the nationality of each person. When you were little you never knew that there was any difference between anyone. But as you become a teenager you realize that to some people, there is a difference.
Just three days after my thirteenth birthday my two best friends started to become cold to me. At first I didn't understand why, but as I looked around I understood. I wasn't born in Hawaii, I wasn't Hawaiian. Therefore I wasn't very welcome. My father is Spanish and my mother Puerto Rican, so I had the dark skin, dark eyes and dark hair. But I still wasn't Hawaiian. I never got picked on, or beat up; but I also was never had any friends. It stayed that way for a year and a half, in the middle of the school year a part Hawaiian, part Puerto Rican boy moved into the house next to ours. That's how my story really begins.