I have reached the point that I need to provide a bit of backstory in order for things I've said and will say to make sense. Too bad I prefer dollars. I was a very  lonely five year old . I had me, myself, and I for company. Now you're probably wondering, "What about your parents ?" I asked myself that very question many times. Unfortunately, some of us were a piece of furniture, only good for memorizing and regurgitating information . It really sucked when my parents got into fights, it was like I didn't even exist. I would sit and cry silently, forced to listen to yelling and screaming. By the time I turned six my parents had split up. A few months later, my "mom" met her latest boy toy, Juan.
To be honest, he was a really nice guy, he even taught me how to ride a bike. But he wasn't my dad. My dad talked to me once in awhile on the phone for five minutes when I was home. Sometimes I would go to his house on the weekend and never see him. My stepmom ( his girlfriend at the time) was the one who took care of me. She asked me questions about what I liked and disliked, and other normal things you ask six year old little girls. She made me so happy, only for me to be disappointed when I went back home.
         School was absolute heaven and hell, depending on when you asked me. If you asked me at recess or if we had a group project , I'd probably tell you  it was hell and if it was SSR ( silent sustained reading ) , I'd tell you it was amazing. I avoided interaction with the other kids because one false move meant getting my âss kicked. Any "friends" I had didn't exactly treat me well, or rather the opposite. As result I became quite the mute.