[died]: 679. A beginning to My World

This just the beginning if people like it i think i'll add chapter 1



      -K2U+YS

      *HERE IT IS*


Could this be real? I sat there and watched, but could it be real? I was there with him. Could this be true or is it a lie? The words that I spoke and were heard, did I really say them? How did it turn out like this? Why! Why did it turn out like this?

I started in the big city. What a surprise! Well, I thought I could make in New York City then in Vegas. I wanted what everyone wants: to have it all. My old life was gone and I was moving forward. My mother would be proud…

I wanted to be a star, to start small and become a big hit! I know that I was never going to make it in a day, so my plan was to just start with a good paying job and work upward. I found a few good jobs, but the best, even if I hated it, was at the McDonald on the southwest part of town. It was a good start, ten dollars an hour plus benefits and it was a close drive from my apartment at the Drakes Motel.

I had a start, but I didn’t know where to go from there. Lost and confused because of my old-small-town-life. It’s a jagged wound that healed when my father died, but I don’t what to talk about it now… I met Britany soon after I started working at McDonald, she had the same dream as me: to act and sing in lights. Its funny how things turned out, isn’t it?

We became the best of friends; she taught me the rules of the game and I taught her how to make a Big Mac. When there was an addition, we would both go and hope for the other to get a part. We both started to make good money; however; it was not good enough for just one of us to own a good house. Therefore, we teamed up and got a nice house, not big or small.

Things were going good: new friends, great job, and a lucky break as a part-time actress. I guess I would figure life would be kinder to me since my past was so bad, you know karma. I guess life hates me and I know I am not the only one to say this, but life really hates me. I hate to share personal things, but people need to hear my story. It needs to be listened to when told and thought of often. So, between very chapter that you stop on and very time you reread this book, think and open your heart again and again. Don’t forget this book in the closet; hold it close to your heart as I have…