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After that event happen, I was invited to an anti-abortion campaign, where they wanted me to share my story to the community. I did it for a couple of months, then later quit doing it. I'm not the biggest fan of the procedure, but I didn't want people to feel sorry for me either, what happened to me suck monkey balls, but I got a second a chance of life; besides the fact that I had stomach issue, I sometimes have trouble holding my food down, which never stop me from ordering the number 10 at McDonalds, every now and then I would randomly have stomach cramps that hurt like hell. I also sweat extremely (especially under my armpit), and my skin is so sensitive to the cold that I sometimes have to wear my dark blue sweater indoors.
I have a scar on my right arm, where the doctor injected that poison in me, and a scar on my bottom stomach and lower back were the doctor were treating me. My scars are extremely gross and disgusting looking, that I never shown them to anyone. I have plans to cover them with tattoos, but I have yet to find an image worth putting over my scars.
I always made sure that my scars were covered, when I was inside or out. I always worn my dark blue sweater, cold or hot, it was always worn, I would even wear it in my sleep, even when I went swimming I had it. My swimsuit was a one piece, so it covered my lower stomach and lower back, but it didn't have any long sleeves, yup I do wear my blue sweater while swimming. I guess you can say that I am a shame of my scars, but I have a reason to be.
When I started my freshman year in high school, I was allowed to go to a public school. Honestly, I made some good friends at the care, but I was tired of having classes with people I share a dorm with; I wanted to meet different people.
On my first of school, I meet Brenda and Mya in first period IPC class, they were rocker chicks just like me, we were obsess with Avenged Sevenfold, tattoos, motorcycle, piercing and sexy hot guys.
Since then we been friends ever since, both of them called me Binger, because of my physical appearance. I never took it to heart, because I had interesting nicknames for them.
On my senior year, I earned enough credits to graduate early, so I only have one semester left of school. I enroll in Booker T's wrestling, which was walking distance from the care, every day after school I went there to train.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Washington were high on me, I never understood why, maybe because I was a fast learner or maybe because I had the passion for it, but there were times when they would act weird around me sometimes, at random times both Mr. Booker and Mrs. Sharmell would out of nowhere tell me that I remind them of someone, even while I was working the ropes, and couple of trainers would make that comment. I just shrug it off and didn't let it bother me, I'm sure there are thousands of people that have the same features that I have.
I been a fan of wrestling ever since I was little, every Mondays and Thursdays, me and some of the other children would watch wrestling in the living room, we would cheers and boo at the TV, it was always so much fun. My favorite part of the show was the Divas matches, Lita, Chyna, Victoria, and the other divas were a big influence on the reason why I wanted to be a professional wrestler. I love the Hardys, Edge and Christian, and even the Dudley Boys, but the Undertaker was my number one. This might sound odd coming from me, but every time I see him on TV, I feel a connection with him for some odd reason.