My life story by Christopher B. Naoku (good beach reads txt) 📕

My Life Story
Diary

There were times in my life that I wanted to hope
However there was times that I
Thought that I found the missing
Puzzle in with answers.

Although, so many things has happened to
Me when I was a child growing up. Later
As I grew into my teens, I begin to feel
Neglected, by others.

Although I tried to fit in and make friends, and also
To have good friends. But the more I tried the more
Things became of me.

Well… I am guessing you are wondering what this is about?
Perhaps, you are thinking who wrote this?
And by now, since you have read this far. Yet,
The questions in your head, is starting to wonder
The purpose of why, how and when
As more mysterious answers
That you have yet unanswered.
So, by reading this lets me know now that you want to know
However, it becomes so interesting. That you begin to read more
As you continue to search about your answers
In this story.

This is a story about my life, and about tearful moments
Good times and the bad times in my life.

Chapter 1

A new beginning path

I was born in September 9th 1988, as I was born. I died twice of two
Seizures when I was little, and lost a lot of brain oxygen.
When I was 9 years old I was a hand full when I was a child
Though. Then by the ages of 12, I went to many schools
In the state of Alabama. And I was kicked out of every school there was,
Even at day care I was full of trouble. Later when I was 14 I grew and
Became into getting accepted by others. My first middle school was,
Westlawn middle school. As I first started there, my first day turned out
Great. Of course you know in school especially middle school, only
a matter of time before things gets a little rough. One day the bell ringed, and so I started walking down the hall heading down the stairs. As you know my school
Was a old school, and it looked as though it has been there for
Centuries. Anyways as I was walking before I got to the stairs, two
Guy’s came to me asking for my computer floppy discs, I told them
That I did not want to give them out, they tried to pressure me into giving it to
Them. And when I still refused them, they decided to bully me.
Their names were Anthony Williams and Kyrie’s Thomas.
So on they cornered me, and Anthony punches me in the eye and left.
The next day, when I was in class my teacher’s name was Ms. King
She was normal descent teachers that are at times a where on things.
And most times aren’t, one day I got pulverized by the same student,
That bullied me on my first day of school. And boy did he sure pound me,
I had to defend myself away from his attacks. Soon it was time for my next class,
Was art class. And things turned out good until there was a mad man student in the classroom, when the teacher left the room, well let’s just say I didn’t quite
Draw the line, when the guy told me to stop. And I was running for my life and I saw as I assumed that he was really pissed at me, but to turn out he was faking it.
And finally the teacher came back.

As my days went by just when I thought that my day just
Couldn’t get any worse than this. It was time for P.E., and their even worse
People then I had encountered. This one guy, I do not remember his name was asking me of why I was scared of him and such. And within time, he punched me in the face so hard I thought I had saw stars with flashing lights.
And usually I used to get into my gym clothes in the gym locker room, but
After being bullied suddenly I just stopped dressing out. And as I have been their
That school was the worst day of my life; I tried to kill myself many
Times but couldn’t and at school I used to join band practice, and then one night
At home I did not know how it happened. But my mother used to have a dark-like green car. And it was broken into and we traveled 20 miles to get a new window for our car after a while of cold air pressure suffering cold freeze.

One day next new school year of second semester, I was put in with Ms. Prewitt
And Mr. Don and also Ms. Thompson, the science teacher, Mr. Don the history teacher, and Ms. Prewitt the math teacher, also last but not least Ms. Krunt, the language arts teacher. So on to make the long story short, Ms. Prewitt I experienced for the first time hated me so much. She favored every other student over me, and one time in class, when you know that things get too far. That’s when
You have to draw the line even when it’s wrong, to a certain degree it is.
Me and another student where talking about a YU*GI*OH tournament at books a million that they was having. Although my mother was a very religious person,
When it came to me and YU*GI*OH cards. I used to love them which I still do, I just not as a big card collector as I used to. So as we were talking and oh yeah, every day when I come to Ms. Prewitt’s class, I she always have a math warm up on the board to do with random math problems. And the student beside me wanted to write down the schedule of the tournament, and the math teacher just crossed by and snatched it and threw it into the garbage. So I was searching in my white binder, for more paper to continue my work assignment on the board. Well she came by and tried to grab my folder away from me, and then afterwards she grabbed me by the shirt and I snapped at her.

Then she kicked me out of her room, and the surprising thing was that she
Didn’t even call for the counselor. And then she later opens the door and throws
My social studies book out the door. I went to go get it and kicked the door hard
As I could out of anger, and suddenly a counselor was walking down the hallway.
And I told him what happened and he lead me to the main office, and I waited for about half an hour during class time. And then the principal and Ms. Prewitt, walked in soon after 20mins of waiting inside of the principal’s office. We used to have a male principal but somehow we ended up with a female principal.

Mr. Prewitt told her side of the story, and teachers ARRGH they always try to contrast the story by the way they tell it. After she was done, the principal decided to put me in a self contained class. It’s pretty much a class where, students are monitored at all times and for those that, are not in class instead chooses to skip class and wonder in the hallways ETC.

Well, to find out, my whole schedule was changed, normally I used
To have computer lap with a teacher named Ms. Hedrick, well my whole entire schedule was staying in self contained class. Also I was in the class alone with some of the people there that, I didn’t like. A fight got started with me and some other student not to mention one of the twin girls tried to fight me all I did was defend myself. And so I was taken again to the office and while on the way there, the staff counselor was by the looks of it, was literally trying to pull my arm off my shoulders. Afterwards, my mother was telling me to hit the people that were bothering me back however, I was not a type that was a fighting type person.
Then such a day like any other you get a couple a weeks off on in school suspension. And come back the next day or so, and now turns out I was making a lot of F’s in school my grades were very low. My mother was assuming that I was doing well but later she found out that I wasn’t and you know how that goes. Before that I bullied by that punched me in the face, tried to pick on me again and so I was pushed into the genitor’s closet and was locked in.

Chapter 3
Memories

During my days throughout of going to the worse
Of my life, one day I beginning to withdraw from school and then my mum,
Was driving for PRIME INC. I had the best time ever, didn’t have to worry about school bullies. Also teachers, well at lease I was having a good time learning
new things. I so distracted with going to new places and having a good time, that
I never did get started on my work unless I was instructed to do so anyways.
And so things went good until my mother met a stranger on her
new job. His name is Steven; he has a lot of truck driving experience. One time my mum allowed me to go with him, I am guessing to see if I would like him
or not I guess. She did tell me about how nice and hardworking he was
on our way to meet him. And so me and Steve had a good time, he also gave me
a Pringle can full of change money. I was like, woe.
And of course I used some to buy things at the store, and his truck was like a waste land and however, I had no idea that eighteen wheeler trucks had two bump beds.
Well I know now LOL.
Afterward our time of fun we went back, and my mother was still trying to get assigned to a truck to drive in. After that I was riding along with my mother, and I had a good time been all over 50 states, every country was beautiful. I remember this one country, had snaky roads. It was fun, though and then I have been to the PRIME INC Company. And I saw that they were making clothes of the company and up stairs they had a cafeteria a gym, and also an auditory movie place although
Nobody goes in there. And a shower place, then I went the main upper stairs and saw other on the computers working and answering answering truck quircom calls.

During the trucking days my sister’s dad was doing the work of, taking us to school. And such, Well actually I caught the bus to school and back. Meanwhile, my mum was driving trucks still. It was about 2 years or so. Then suddenly,
Things were not working out with her and Steven. So later she met another person, he was the best dad ever, one time I met him he asked me what I wanted for Christmas, and I told him I wanted a game boy advance. Soon he brought me exactly what I was asking for. And then around 6 or 7