So my parents divorced when I was about 3 or 4 years old, my aunt was visiting at the time(I was born in California and was living there, by the way), so she decided to help my dad raise me and my brother(older). Five years passed and then my grandparents 50th anniversary came up (pretty long time eh?). They lived in Mexico, so the big party was held there. Because of this, my dad took the chance to go to the party and leave me and my bro (along with my aunt) with my grandparents and have us study there. My dad then returned to California (He has a job you know).It would've been really nice if anyone had told me that I was gonna go to a catholic school, and that they salute the flag differently and that we have to pray every freaking morning before starting school and before leaving school! My bro got to go to a public Jr high so he didn't have to do any of this stuff. And then...the schools principal was a superior nun, you'd normally think that this nun would be a sweet little old lady...Well hell no! She was crazy! She made us give donations all the time for the school but the only thing getting bigger was her house! Then she made kids memorize prayers we were never gonna use, and we weren't able to go home until we memorized them! What the hell!?
Anyway, getting use to that sort of life sucked! To be continued!
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It's just the story of my life, Ah....I guess I'll get on with it
So here's the deal with me. My parents divorced when I was about 3 or 4 years old, my mother left the house. My aunt was currently visiting there and since she was single she decided to help my dad raise me and my older brother. It's weird, huh? So m
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