Hey, my names Chris. I'm 11, or nearly am. My birthday is tomorrow, and I really can't wait. 11 is the year that you're no longer a child, and become a pre-teen.
Of course, it isn't my real birthday. I was found outside an orphanage when I was really young, only a few months old. I was wrapped in a thin cloth, and didn't have a note or anything. So the orphanage named me Christy, and there I stayed for the next six years.
I was happy to get out of that orphanage. It wasn't that they treated me badly or anything, it's just and orphanage isn't a great place to grow up. You tend to feel different from the other kids at school, and sometimes you can feel really alone without a parent to hug. Also, I was never one of the really popular kids. I had a few friends (like a little boy named Mark, and my best friend Katie.) but most people thought I was a bit weird. This isn't my fault, it's just strange stuff tends to happen around me.
What do I mean? Well, one time these older girls were teasing me about my hair. It's flaming read, you see, and no matter what I do with it it's always messy. So they were calling me things like 'Flame head' and 'mop hair' and the weirdest thing happened. Their hair turned neon pink!
No matter what the workers did, they just couldn't figure out what happened. The girls just had to wait for the pink hair to grow out. It was really funny seeing the other kids make fun of them.
Or then there was this time where I almost fell of the monkey bars at school. I was really little then, and it was my first time on them. The ground looked really high up, so I started wishing I was somewhere else. And the next thing I knew, I was on the bench. Nobody knows how it happened.
But anyway, I was looking forward to a new start. I got adopted by a slightly older couple, Maggie and Kreg Robinson. They were nice to me, and soon I stared calling them Mom and Dad, and I love them very much.
Hey, I just realized! I haven't described myself. You already know I have read hair. I tell you, I can't do anything about it. And when ever I go for a hair cut, it just grows back.
I'm pretty scrawny, I got to say. I don't really look like much. And I'm not strong either. But boy, am I fast! I always win races at school, and I'm on the cross country team. You can find me in the school year book (yes, we have a year book); Christina Robinson, head of cross country team.
I'm also quite pale, which contrasts greatly with my read hair. But I've got freckles, funnily enough. Lots of freckles. Mom says they make me look cute, but I'm not so sure.
And now onto my favorite features. My eyes. They are very beautiful, if I do say so myself. They are large an emerald green, and sparkle a lot. I like them because I feel like the rest of me is so plain, and then I have these big sparkling pools in the middle of my face.
So that's a brief history of me. I'm nothing special, as you can see. I'm your normal, pre-pre-teen, shy orphaned girl, adopted by a loving family. And it's almost my birthday. Boy, I hope I get some good presents! Maybe I'll get that new bike Dad's been promising to get me…
Oops got to go. Mom says my first guest is here. It's my best friend, Julie.
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Hey, I'm back. What a great party. Mom baked this super cake- Milk chocolate with Carmel layers and vanilla icing! Yum.
It was pretty fun too. There was a piñata, and a swim at the local pool, and a trip to rip to the zoo. All my friends loved it.
And the presents! I got a new doll, and a game boy, a book (mom's present. Doesn't she know kids don't read?) Underwear (dad's) roller coaster tycoon, and for the grand finale- A KITTEN!
And it's the cutest kitten ever. It's just small enough to cuddle in my arms. He has big blue eyes, and his fur is a really red color like fire. Mom said it would match my hair. I think I'm going to name him Rusty.
I'll write to you later. Right it's time for dinner. And then I think I'll go and play with Rusty.