My Lifes Story

Hmm.... Lets Begin!

I was born in Reading, England, and lived there for most of my childhood. My single dream at that time was to be able to do something great when I became older and so, I experimented many things and explored new sights. I spent the first few important years of my education in a quite well-to-do public school, for some reason during that time all the teachers adored me and so my friends called me the tiny teacher's pup, but my parents suddenly pulled me out at the age of six without the chance to get to really know my first few friends and then I was home schooled until it was time for my secondary education. During my home schooling education I learned to love books, and ever since then I've been reading books almost everyday.

At eleven my family and I moved to Kings Heath, Birmingham, where I attended the Kings Heath Boys school. Birmingham was quite different being that there were many roughers (rough people who were educated but not possessive of gentlemen like traits) as some would say and living there felt more developed (for reasons I couldn't explain being only eleven). From early secondary to middle and finally to higher secondary I survived. Ironically, in primary school for no reason at all, teachers seemed to be fond of me, but during secondary school it seemed that every living teacher was out to get me! They all judged me on sight and instantly that made life harder for me, but something happened that greatly affected my future. During my time at Kings Heath I developed a talent for basketball, which was quite odd because for all my life before that I had only played football, and that talent became something the official team wanted. So I was put on the team and I helped them to be victorious every game with my precise three-pointers and my unstoppable jump shots, but the simple talent became a ticket to a scholarship and because of that basketball turned to become more than just a sport. As I rose in place, although not many people knew me (I'm not sure many teachers knew me either), my new goal racing for the scholarship was within reach (and finally that dream of becoming something great was developing), but, the most unexpected thing happened. It was senior year and the most important match ever was coming in just two months. 98-97, we were leading, the final play of the game that was going to bring us up to an even bigger game, 20 heart stopping seconds on the clock, I was drenched in sweat, everything seemed to enter a slow motion phase, each player glanced at their teammates with the spark of relief in their eyes, then it began. Everyone rushed up to the opponents side, one dire play to secure a place in our own hanging history, dribbling techniques were showed off while the others fought for a proper position, 15 ticking seconds, the opponents came in desperately to steal but effortlessly our captain dodged pass them, came in on the tip of the box and fired his elegant three pointer, it seemed to fly in the air, as it dropped and entered the basket everybody on the team got ready to celebrate, but against the odds, it went in perfectly but bounced back out, to the teams horror, the win wasn't secure yet. 10 last seconds, I came up with excellent speed and caught the rebound, with all my might I tried something new, something that was about to cost me more than I was expecting. I readied the lay up, two precious steps, I was blocked in every direction, I burst through the blockade, jumped and spun, my back facing the basket, just as I rotated the ball in the air, to let the ball drop into the basket, I felt the most agonizing pain ever. I dropped to the floor unable to perform the winning basket, searched for the source of the greatest nerve cruncher ever, and saw my foot turned back 180 degrees, a definite broken foot. The other team rushed the ball to the other end of the court, 5 seconds (must of been the most intense seconds the two teams have ever experienced), 2 seconds, their youngest member clumsily, in panic, shot a three pointer, 1 second, that youngest member became an instant hero. As our team cried in sadness, I went into a deep sleep, but a last thought came into my mind 'I'll never be able to play basketball again because of this injury.' When I awoke I found myself in the hospital, my coach told me that I spun around to0 early and I got my foot caught between someone else's. There and then my dream faded and so did my high school days. Those were the earlier times of my life and somewhat the toughest, but I managed it.

When I turned sixteen we moved again, this time to the well known Cambridge. As I waited to enter university I worked around a few Mc Donalds and Starbucks' so I managed to meet a few local people, Rick for example, he helped me get through coffee making, and my hurtful past, and now we're good friends, Rick I know you're reading and I promise you that I won't reveal any of your *ahem* bad dating tales ( is Carline still upset with what you did?). Luckily it wasn't long before I got a place in Cambridge University, my O level and A level results were unexpectedly outstanding, something I didn't take notice because of basketball until the letter came up to my doorstep . I took up Law and Journalism, which was exactly what I wanted to take. It seemed that a brand new journey was ahead, I still kept my dream, the dream of becoming something great.

Wow... Those were scary times. Studying hard always got the best of me. Staying up late nights having to make up for the previous parties. Not getting enough time to look decent because of the precious over sleeping phase and always having to rush to university when I was late. And at the same time taking a mandatory part time job! Oh, plus the fact that my parents left, which was quite sad, I'm not saying I don't like living freely, but my parents were great people to talk to when I was bored and lonely. There were a few times when people asked me to try out basketball, I was tempted to but remembering that my injury could get worse I declined the offers. I studied and studied until it came to a time where studying was the only thing I did. It was so bad that I sometimes forgot to eat, but thanks to a certain somebody I eased up. That certain someone became the love of my life, our relationship could have been described as the greatest love story ever, sadly for now I won't put that story up, lets just say it ended badly, but that motivated me to move on and make the best of my one and only life. *Arggghhh!* Really hard times... I was glad when I finished my studies, life felt a bit less heavy, the air smelled fresh, and the world was coming back to me, but... That wasn't the end of it.

Soon my parents moved to some far away island, quite a nice place to retire but transport back to the mainlands was impossibly difficult to find! Mom, Dad, I still don't agree with the island choice, it takes me four hours to get to where you are and you ask me to visit every month. *Puts face on hands* Why do I have to be the good child of the family? Something I forgot to mention was the fact I had a sister, an older sister, six years older to me exact (which really means 'very old' *smiles*). And during the last years of my studies she got married to a great man, Vilvados, *raises one hand* thank you for the cash loan, it helped straighten my needy life. Not that my life was bent or poor, I just meant that... *thinks hard* Well... I dunno, I was just trying to be polite at the same time trying to hide to truth *grins*. Now, she has two boys and a girl; the eldest, Joshua, an innovative boy, keep up the good work in school but about becoming a wrestler, maybe you should consider something less injuring; the second, Haley, your drawings are excellent but you should put down those barbie dolls for a while; and the last, but certainly not the least, Johan, good, follow your father's footsteps, but about following your brother's dangerous wrestling and your sister's girlie dolls... well lets say something less complicated should be chosen.

After my studies I followed a proper path (still trying to fulfill my dream) and tried out becoming a lawyer, it worked out for a while, I had some really good cases that I had to crack my head to solve, but in the long run I knew it wasn't the occupation for me because it didn't fit the dream of becoming something great, although many would say being a good lawyer is great. Then I tried out writing for a small time newspaper. I worked to my limit, although my colleagues and boss took advantage of me and always tried to lower my self esteem. The fact that they wanted to bend the truth of well known people made me leave the job, but lucky me, at the same time another, better, newspaper wanted to hire someone and so I got a more fulfilling job. It really seemed that I was headed to become something great. Journalism started to suit me and for years it kept me satisfied and left me plenty of money. After a few years in writing for the papers I suddenly got bored and realized 'I'm still not something great'. I wanted something else something more... well, something really different but yet the same to others and well known. Then one day as I sat down, wondering what my real goal would be, I started writing a story. After over four hours non-stop I kept on writing, and when I finished I read through my finished product. Amazingly it turned out to be quite good, and so I gave it to a few people I knew (not friends because I wanted the real truth) and again, amazingly they said it was really good and they didn't believe me when I said I wrote it by accident, or semi accident. Now because of that my new goal, as well as the ticket to my dream, is to publish a best selling novel and continue writing, I have to thank my parents fully for this, if it wasn't for them raising me well and putting me in home school, I wouldn't have been such a good student that read alot. On the journey that I am going through to get the best seller, I have started writing blogs, I publish articles on magazines and on the internet, and I help to write scripts for small time movies. I'm coming close to my goal although I get beat down by editors every time I write a novel, I still strive hard on spending all my time trying to reach a long time dream.

I'm working on a few novels, and a volume of poetry currently. The story on my other blog, Human Age Story, will also be a novel but will be better in certain aspects because I can't put my best work on the internet just yet. When I finally get that 'best seller' and reach my dream, you will be the first to know.


For now that is all---

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