So, uh, this is my first time really writing anything so I will simply ask for you to please be somewhat reserved if this turns out to be beyond horrendous and I appreciate any comments or suggestions that you may have. If you do not want to then do not do so. I am not going to cram the suggestion down your throat or anything (I reserve that for the inevitable, metaphorical foot that will most likely end up in my mouth) So just try to enjoy.
On some of the harder days when I just want to curl up and cry I tend to think back on all my ridiculous, more like screwed to the very depths of hell, mistakes. Not that it helps at all with my whole "Lets not cry like a whiny little bitch" thing but by now I can safely say I am most definitively a "glutton for punishment". In the end I sit back and remember before I go running off to comfort another solider whose misses his kids birthday, or trying to help out and think of all the good I am doing. It stills returns to the fact that if I never existed it would have spared thousands if not hundreds of thousands their lives. Well, I don't exactly mean me, I mean part of me. Or it. Or maybe it is we? Possibly she/he. Screw it. I should probably get started.
My name is Emily Fortis and my life, hopes of collage, great guy and all that, pretty much hit the fan when a giant alien robot crash landed in the middle of the school football field.