I hope you like it it's my first real Karmy story This is an give me the gramatical mistakes.
Once you start Faking it you won't be able to stop until one of you gets times of desperation a lie seems like the best option to get yourself out of a all you really do is make another problem and you still have your first problem present.
When you are little you are all sorts of love hearing fairytales,playing with your enjoying some family small things make you happy and the biggest challenge you face is learning how to go to the bathroom like a "big girl".But that all changes when you start growing up and understanding THE GAME THAT IS LIFE.
When I was little I used to always go to the park with my father and stay there for 'd buy me ice cream and push me in the was my prince mom on the other hand preferred I stay at home and practice my walk for the beauty pageants she singed me up for.I hated parents always fought about it.
"Farrah let the girl be"
"John zip it,I will do as I needs to stop acting like a little boy!"
"She's 4 Farrah,it's not like she's calling herself Pete or just enjoys playing in the park."
"She's a girl,and little girls should not be getting go upstairs and change in to your glitz dress"
I just stood there I didn't want to, I wanted to go to the park with my we always did.
"I don't wanna go mommy,I wanted to go with daddy to the park."
"And I wanted to win Miss can't have go"
I looked at my always stood up for time he did nothing.I tried to search in his eyes for something,try to see if he was going to say never did.I turned around and went to my was the first time I cried because I was most importantly that was the first time my dad let me down.
When I was 5 I started mom drove me to school because my dad had to work,he bought me a new ball to compensate for not being there on my first day.
"Daddy,look at my new lunch box my mommy bought me for my first day of school" I ran to him.
"Wow,it's beautiful hunny bunny,just like you"he carried me in his arms.
"I'm so excited,daddy right that you are coming to my first day"He put me down,and took me to the sofa. "Daddy needs to work that day,and I can't go hun" My eyes started to water.I didn't know how I felt,but it wasn't a nice feeling.
"Amy don't cry,I bought you this new and beautiful red ball."I saw the new shiny ball,I loved it and I was happy,but I still couldn't shake off the feeling that was unkown to me.
"Thanks daddy" I hugged him and we played with my new ball.
I would later become very familiar to that feeling called disappointment.
My mom braided my hair and put a special white bow,she said it was given to her by her grandmother, and a pretty pale pink some white we got there she kissed me and walked me to the door.I said goodbye and was greated by my new teacher whos name was .
I was one of the first ones there,there was no one interesting to me so I sat alone in a faraway time passed and I was concentrated on my drawing of mine and dads park.I lost concentration because of the commotion that was happening at the door.A tall guy was giving a camera to the teacher,besides him was a woman with a green shirt and white what draws my attention is the little girl around my age she is wearing a red shirt with some jeans her hair is worn down and she has some tennis shoes. "mom I don't want to" she was trying to get away from her the end it was for nothing the teacher took the picture and both her parents hugged her like a million times.
When her parents left she scanned the room for some reason I couldn't tear my eyes from gaze met mine before I could look made her way over to me,her backpack was of stars it was cool. She sat down and started coloring,after 2 minutes of sitting in silence she spoke up. "My yellow broke,can I borrow yours?"I grabbed my yellow crayon and gave it to her "What's your name"I said while passing her my crayon. "What's yours?" the answer caught me off guard I wasn't used to that kind of,in my mom's words, rude etiquette.
"I asked you first"that seemed like a good answer for bad etiquette. "If you wan't your crayon back then let me know your name."I stared at her in shock,it was my crayon not hers if I wanted it back I kept on coloring not even bothering to look at me. "My name's Amy" she quickly raised her head.
"My name is Karma,here take your crayon"She had a smile that was of pure satisfaction,she had was the first time Karma manipulated me,and I let her do I would continue to let her for the following years.