I got my first pet when I was 5. Her name was Ramona. She is a russian blue shorthair mix. (It's a type of cat for the people who don't know what I meant) Although Ramona is still alive today, you could say she's a little traumatized, or what others might say- mental. Trust me, you don't want to hear the story. She has rarely gotten along with certain people since.
I have been drawing for as long as I can remember. (Even squiggly lined people with square bodies, and rectangle legs with oval bodied cats and dogs... ^_^;;;) I was really inspired when I recieved my other pets. Like: my hamsters- Nick and Nicky, my finches- Morning and Midnight, and at age seven... the oh so popular... Lucky! When I had all of those pets, it inspired me to begin drawing My Comics. Such as Lucky n' Frendz Lucky Dayz and now, the new and improved Lucky Comix! But now kind of rewinding time a bit, back when I was 5. When I was in kindergarten, and went to my 2nd school... the minute I walked in that class room door, they all stared. I pleaded my mother not to leave me there... but she unfortunately did. Every time I walked.. they stared. I ate, they stared (then took my lunch)
I talked, they stared, that is... until I learned to stare back. ^_^ But here's a bit of a bragging incident. When I had taken my first SAT testing, I got nearly a perfect score. Some other mother of another kid, didn't believe it. She made me retake the whole test all over again. Then, when I redid it, I got an even better score. ^o^
I didn't really have any friends for two years. And my lunch kept being taken away, day after
day. (that might explain why people wonder why I was so skinny when I was little, and Im a bit skinny today, but not as bad) When 2nd grade came though, I made only 2 friends, and stuck to them till 6th grade when we got into rather large arguments, and haven't spoken since. But since the 2nd grade, I have kinda of been in a loser group, which I later called the Lucky 7. But Im happy to be a loser. Im not made fun of, or bullied or anything now as much as I used to. I think people have avioded me on account Im always distant, and don't talk much with others. I have my own world... they have theirs.Or maybe it's because I'm a bit of a teacher's pet, and they know if they bother me.... well you might know the consequences. ^_^
So now if we can go back to my cartooning life, which began when I was seven. A couple of months after owning Lucky, my drawing seemed to be improving dramatically for someone my age. (thats what other people thought) Another reason I suspect might have been the cause of my drawing ability was my enviroment. My friend Louie, who was home-schooled for a large part of his life, loved drawing, and had a natural talent. I suppose I have seemed to pick and take after him, if you get to know us both separately. He was around at my house alot when I was younger, or pretty much from when I was at the ages 0 to 9. Then that's when I began seeing less of him. He's 5 years older than me. You can do the math because I admit, I'm not the best at math. ^_~
So as time went on, "My Very Best Friend" left. And I know I will most likely never see her again. My life changed totally when it happened. I looked up to her, I learned from her... I loved her. Cindy. I still miss her terribly. She left due to personal reasons and not that I like to discuss it either. But I will still tell the story.
So my story begins. Just to assure you, Cindy wasnt a kid. When she left, she was in her 70's. To understand part of this story, you would need to understand that I spent a very large amount of my life with Cindy and my mother Lili. They were my friends, and I didnt need anyone else. Or so I thought....
I had been friends with my neighbors Vanessa, Daniel, and Kathy for as long as I can remember. We all got along with no troubles. Except Danny who had a tendency to annoy us, but he's not bad or anything. He's still our friend even if he is a pain in the rear. Cindy liked these friends of mine. There were so many times with each of them that I still enjoy to look back on. Those were the good days that I miss so much. But as time went on when I was about in the middle of the 4rth grade.... My stepdad picked me up. Not a long time before, he had married my mother. That's when it all began. You could say that I haven't ever really liked him. Things were much happier before he came along. But I really prefer I don't bring up the subject. Cindy later felt... maybe you could say rejected, or put out of place. But, I know she felt something. She predicted, she was the one who knew all along what would happen. And she was right. She was the one who said- "They are gonna get married, I see writing on these very walls. Im probably gonna go crazy thinking this." And she was right. I don't know if it's some kind of unknown power, but I have done similar. I said- "Jerry (my stepdad) if you don't pay for those puppies shots, they will die. And I was right. One puppy died of a disease called parvo, while the other two got sick, but lived the trauma. I said- "Jerry, if you don't fix the wiring on the chicken coop, they'll get loose!" They eventually got loose, and eaten by my golden retriever. I said- "Jerry, stop driving around when the dogs are loose. Can't you walk?" And he ran over my toy poodle E.R.
So if you see what I mean, either it's a coincidence, or just plain weird.
Going back to Cindy, it was a day that she she didn't pick me up. She was supposed to. I stayed at aftercare until about 6 if I am correct. All I did that whole time was sit and watch cars go by. I talked to no one, wondering what had happened. Then, since that day we never saw her again. Which still leaves alot of people mistified, till I tell the other part of this story.
We eventually contacted her sister, who lead her to us at a hospital. We saw her in tears. Then that was the last time I ever saw her. She requested we take her cat Artemis, which was originally mine. And we eventually did. That is pretty much the end of Cindy. We never heard from her since. And that was it.
My mom always had told me Cindy was a weak person. But I disagree. She was my hero. Even if she hated alot of people. But she always turned out to be right in my case. So that's pretty much my story, tell I can think of more. So farewell whoever has read this.... And that is The End. If that's what you want to call it.