Hi My Kitties!
Welcome to my Blog!
here is some info about me! ;p
- I LOVE WRITING!
- I LOVE ART!
- I LOVE ANIMALS! (you will find several animals in my stories ;P)
- I am 13 years old
- This is my first ever blog!
- i am so exited to share my stories with you guys!
- I am an official professional artist now! (YAY >O<)
- Please let me know if you have any suggestions for my stories and i will definitely consider them!
here is a little snippet of one of my stories!
warning: slightly sad, if you don't like stories like that, don't read.
I always knew i was different. Normal people, i guess, brag about all their achievements and scary near-death experiences and how they saved themselves from the large threat. I guess that's what normal people do, therefore i must not be normal. I don't normally talk about how i was born because it's so hard to explain and no one pays attention anyways. Now i bet you're thinking “Hazel, what is this experience you are talking about?” that's my name, Hazel. When i was still inside my mother, she randomly passed out on the floor and was rushed to the hospital. That's another thing kids brag about, having been in an ambulance. It's not that cool if you're about to die you know. I've been in one so many times I've lost count. When she arrived at the hospital she simply, died. Right then and there. Plop, gone. As the doctors were running some tests they came across me. My mother didn't even know she was pregnant so i was very small. They operated right away to try and remove me from her. I wasn't expected to survive, they even doubted i was alive when i came out. When I was alive though, they instantly rushed me to the care center in the local orphanage. Eventually I was able to return home and be raised by my dad. One night though, he went out and never came back. I never found out what happened he just, disappeared. Five days later my aunt was passing by the house when she heard me screaming my lungs out. She used her key and came in to find me in my cradle crying myself dry of all body fluids. I hadn't eaten for 5 days. Again, not sure how i survived this though. I was skinny, starving, and dehydrated almost to the point of death. I’ve been told that i kept passing out in the ambulance, and every time, they thought it was my last. I have had several experiences like this, but you don't need to know all of them, just the basics.
let me know what you think and i will get back to you ASAP!
