A+Random+Autobiography

The first thing I really remember Is living in the old neighborhood. When I tripped on the Cold Hard Bricks And split my mouth open.

I was three And it was moving day. The cold October wind blew through my Bouncy, short curls. The new house had seemed so big To someone as little as me.

The Half-Cat Is my best friend. Spencer Carr, the boy next door. It was on moving day That we became friends.

A race to the water fountain in fourth grade With Caroline Pinheiro Went horribly Wrong. She tripped me And I feel to the ground Face bloody and arm broken.

Summer vacation On a cruise ship. I interrupted the performers And finished playing Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” In front of everyone.

Eight grade year starts. I should feel like the queen of the school. Shouldn’t I? I don’t, lying sick with pneumonia And trying to figure out what to do When one of my closest friends Moves to Brazil.