Where do I begin with telling my story? The start of what makes me myself.

A few months ago I'd never think that my life would be as perfect as it is now. And most of it, actually everything, thanks to my boyfriend David, who has meant too much to me. I realised how lucky I am with him by my side. My parents divorced in November and my dad went back to Cameroon, where we lived for a while. Around early December, my mom started to let me and my little brother work as some kind of slaves for her. Making me do all kind of things for her didn't even make sense. It started with I had to clean the garage. No problem, but I had to do it everyday which made it a problem. It was never good enough, never clean enough. After a few weeks she had my and Noah basicly working for her from early in the morning till late at night. She just kept us away from school and there was not much I could do about it. At that time I didn't really care, at least I had something to do and I didn't have to think about anything. But I saw my little brother suffering and I knew I had to change this, if it was just for him. So one day when my mom was shopping I called my oldest brother Joram, who lives in LA. He wasn't home but I left a voice message saying I needed his help and he had to call me back as soon as possible. Which he did, but my mom picked up. I heard she was talking to him from the other room and I was so scared he would ask her if he could talk to me since I asked for him. But he didn't cuz when she hung up she just came in and said ''greetings from your brother'' and didn't seem mad. So everytime my mom was away I tried calling him, and it was either the voicemail or his girlfriend picking up. Until the end of December. My mom was at a Birthday party of one of her friends and so I was able to call him at night, and I explained him everything. At first he didn't believe me and thought I was joking. But when I gave him Noah to talk to and Noah only begged and cried, he believed it but said he couldn't do anything because he was so far away. And that was pretty much it, he hung up after wishing us good luck. I based all my hopes on Joram and he just dropped us as if we were nothing for him. And then there was that miracle, the boy that makes everything better. I was mad about Joram and called David, to yell at him for nothing. Any other person would have hung the phone up and never talked to me again. But he just listened and said he would make things better for me. And then he didn't call for two weeks. So I thought it was over. Until I got a message of my brother, in which he asked me to pick him up from the airport. I don't know how I escaped out of the house, my mom was there, but I somehow managed to do it anyway and when I got at the airport his plane had just arrived and I expected him to walk out the gate with his girlfriend, but I saw him and David. And he told me that David flew all the way to LA, with nothing more than my brothers name to find him and tell him how important it was for him to help me and Noah. And I remember I looked at him, in a shock, and he just smiled at me with his shiny eyes. Once we got home, we rang the doorbell and when my mom opened she stared yelling at me but stopped when she saw Joram. I'll never forget the look on his face when he looked at her. If I didn't know he wouldn't do me anything bad, I would have probably peed my pants. He took my mom to the other room, Noah, David and I were listening with our ear to the door but after 5 minutes or so, Joram got out and send us away. It took them an hour to talk to each other and it was terrible. All I could do was just sit there, being scared of what was going to happen. Then my brother got in and hold me and Noah. And my mom followed soon after that. The rest is not so important, my mom went in Therapy and Noah lives with Joram and his girlfriend in LA now. I'm happy for him, I see him every three months, and seeing him smile and be open and happy, makes me feel so good inside. I live with David in Hayes now. It's a town in the London borough of Hillingdon. It's a lot calmer and I love it here. We bought an appartment, or actually David parents did. It's beautiful and so big. It took us a month to paint everything white and make it our home. I'm in my last year of school now and David's in college. He works as a Hairdresser too. It's so cute to see him doing someone's hair. I like to go to the place he works and just sit there and look at him. It's pretty much a hobby of mine now. I work at a Cdstore. I like it much, everyone's really nice and friendly. I hope we'll be able to live her for ... um the rest of our life? mmh.

This is the boy that made it all happen :D
And I actually met him over Xanga, so mr. Xanga, thanks for bringing me my hero. Talking about hero's. William has a boy-hero and a girl-hero. And till this far I've only been talking about my boy-hero. And what would live be without a girl-hero right? Well, nothing. Especially not a life without my Brittanypants. Who's pretty much a tripple princess hero. Yes that's pretty much so.

I love that girl to Mars and back (and her purple clock too)

- William.

Edit...
so I was getting back to some comments and saw I'm on some ''fakes'' list? I was suprissed to be honest. And I checked in my pants and my face in the mirror and I'm am so very much sure that I still have my own face. These persons can't prove to me that I am fake, but I can prove to them I am not therefore my new profile picture in which I, unfortunate for you, I am still wearing my cleaning clothes, which I wear when I clean the house, which I just did. I'm very sorry for any heartattack in that case. However, now it's up to you who to believe.