To be completely honest this is a pretty hard post for me since everything before the age of like 8 or so is kinda a huge blur now... but I'll do the best I can. I was born on a beautiful sunny summer day on July 9th 1993 with a twin sister Sabrina that popped out 2 minutes AFTER, HAH! I was first and that kinda explains how I act like the "big sister" and am more outgoing and a little crazier but somehow Sabrina always still manages to tell ME what to do... she's my second mom and I secretly love her for it. We lived in a little house on Main St. in Hyannis until my parents bought our first house when we were probably 4 or 5. I had the best times of my childhood there and I'll never forget them. The house was big and on the end of a cul de sac, and although it was a hideous bright blue, my parents were real happy with it. My mom told me that as soon as we moved in we didn't have any furniture for a few months, and Sab and I would constantly race around on the vast wooden floors in our little Barbie carts like devils.
I remember how many times we would stay in our blow-up pool in the backyard and refuse to get out until my mom would physically have to come outside and drag us back in the house. We had 2 amazing dogs named Malty (a maltese) and Angel (a golden retriever). They were both pretty young at the time and Angel would tower over us while Malty was a white little ball that never stopped scurrying around the house. Hahaha I remeber one time when Sab and I were about 6 or so we left the gate in our backyard open and thought it would be a good idea to bring Angel for a walk on her leash. BAD IDEA... of course she ran off, ripping the leash of herself and out of my hand and we were both so scared and looked at eachother like "FUCK AND MOM TOLD US NOT TO LEAVE THE GATE OPEN FUCK" even though I didn't even know any swear words then. We panicked and ran and told our mom inside, who had no idea what was going on as usual. She was pissed but at the same time just anxious to get her sneaky ass back in the yard. We looked around for her with our neighbors in their van and I just remember looking at her at the end of the street sitting so still, looking right at us.. as if she was about to run as soon as we moved even 1 step closer. Thankgod she didnt. I loved her so so much and I'll never forget the day my dad brought her to MSPCA without telling us and we never saw her again. I know she was pretty vicious at times and didn't really obey, but I still wish I had her.
We lived at that lovely house on 5 St. Francis Circle until about 11 years old when my dad had to sell the house and my mom, sister, and I moved into an apartment in Hyannis. My parents were never married but this was when they started getting in more fights than usual and basically couldn't stand eachother anymore, so my dad got his own apartment as well. I was really sad and a little depressed, but I was still trying to stay positive about it all as I said goodbye to the house I spent pretty much my whole childhood in forever. Life was good for a while, and we went to middle school at Barnstable Middle School for 2 years... where I met my best friend Sarah for the first time in 7th grade. She wore so much eyeliner and pretty much looked like an emo kid, and me in my matching jean jacket and pants with athletic sneakers wanted to know more about her. Hahaha. She was so funny and friendly when I actually started talking to her, and we've been so close ever since. In 8th grade I went through my "dramatic change" when I started acting so naive and actually started dressing differently and listening to edgier music. When I look back on it now I was really embarrassed of my excessive makeup and hot topic clothing choices, but when I really think about it, everyone has their embarassing stages and THANKGOD mine happened before fucking highschool, so fuck it.
In the summer going into freshman year we made another big change in our lives by moving to South Dennis, which was about a 25-30 min drive from Hyannis. And going to highschool at Dennis Yarmouth instead of Barnstable was a huge step too- since all of our friends from the years before were going to Branstable besides us. I was so nervous and really sad to not be going to the same highschool as my best friends, but then I really started to realize that everything in life happens for a reason. I loved the little apartment we moved into in Dennis Commons, and we've been there ever since. Its like a mini house almost, and even though its not as big as your typical house, its so cozy and I love calling it home. Being 14 and a freshman at a new school was a very interesting experience I'll never forget. In the summer we randomly met a few cool kids named Myk, that lived in the same apartment complex as us, as well as his friends Asia and Hayato, so atleast we werent going into the school knowing no one ya know. The first day was so weird, and it was really hard to adjust to it all and the unfamiliar faces but I started to love my school. January of freshman year was when Hayato and my friend Alex got us really drunk for the first time. I didnt even know what it was like to be "drunk" and on that random Wednesday night I felt it, and felt it HARD. Obviously drank way too many "screwdrivers" with shitty Tampico and 15 dollar reubinoff. YUMMY! Ive never been drunk to that extent to this day.. I was a fucking rag doll at 7 at night... what was I thinking? Who knows. Sabrina had to clean my throwup after I puked all over myself and on my bed and floor... After passing out she completely had to lie to my mom for me when she got home and say that "I felt sick after eating something bad at school". Thankgod my mom has always been pretty oblivious and didnt even think to question it. Skipped school the next day when I experienced a hangover for the first time and died a little. When I look back on that story now I think its pretty fucking hilarious.
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