1. Procrastinated on birth (I would come to regret this later)

2. fooled around for a few years

3. Foolishly asked for a little brother

4. recieved a little sister

5. but then she was cute so I was okay with this(key word: 'was')

6. Grade 3 hits, and I begin to question the usefulness of school and realize the meaninglessness of putting in effort for this school nonsense

7. suffer through the rest of elementary school

8. Learns the flute in middle school

9. Other than flute-playing, fails middle school life in all aspects

10. realizes my birth procrastination was the reason I had a birthday on the worst possible day out of 1461 other possible birth-days

11. Realizes I will become a future hobo living on the streets when I get out of the hell that is school.

12. suffers through high school with no actual ambition

13. Grade 11 tells me to become an author

14. Realizes what it means to be an introvert and why I suffered through school all this time

15. Suffered greatly though university applications

16. got accepted into what people call the real world

17. realizes yet again that I will become a future hobo on the streets, if I don't become an author

18. Gets a job and suffers

19. Second year-dilema/disastor/apocalyptic kill-me-now level catastrophe

20. Recovery: Self-resurection + more procrastination

21. finished my book... (like two days ago)

22. working on edits as of now.

Later...

23. will find a publisher before step 20's procrastination awakens and kicks me in the face

don't ask^

Forced my mother to be in labor for 48 hours

Went to preschool

Met my two best friends

Begged for little sister

Cried when told I was getting a little sister

Kindergarten!

Didn’t know anyone

Met a new best friend

Was bullied

First grade!

Best friend I met in kindergarten started being mean to me

Met a girl that really wanted to be my friend

Tried to ignore said girl because I thought she was weird

Second grade!

Quit gymnastics

Start piano

Meet guy that is so creative I can't even

Start writing

Become friends with weird girl

Third grade!

Start horse riding

Quit softball

Quit soccer

Move

Back to knowing no one

Fourth grade!

Meet a few friends

Have the worst teacher imagionable

Fifth grade!

Meet new friend

Become closer with old friend

Start dancing at new studio

Sixth grade!

One friend moves

Only close friend isn’t in any of my classes

Meet new friends again

Quit piano

Start playing flute

Seventh grade!

Most of my friends are in my classes!

Have the best teacher ever

Eighth grade!

Join a small group of students created by my mom

Become really close with some of those people

Start writing more regularly than ever

Get a boyfriend

Finally happy

My mother is in labour for many hours on New Year's Eve.

I come out and start to grow!

I won't eat.

Lots of doctor's appointments.

I am two years old, moving across the country where my little sister is born.

I am three years old, moving back across the country.

We move to the state next to us, where my little brother is born.

I am attending preschool with mean teachers and only two other girls in the class.

I swim at the local Y.

I take tours of the NAVY ship my dad is the captain of.

I am outside for hours stomping in puddles in the Spring.

I move back to the original state and I start kindergarten.

I make a few friends.

I discover my love for dancing at the local dance school.

First grade and I still have those friends.

Not much else happens.

Second grade is the same.

Third grade is cool. My teacher is the best and discover my drawing skills. The people I really want to hang out with through elementary school are apparent to me.

Fourth grade I get separated from everyone I like and the class is crazy. Substitute teachers every other day.

Fifth grade is hard. I have to say goodbye.

Hello, middle school!

I realize there are mean and nice girls and I can't be friends with both.

I realize school is important.

I find my true friends.

Seventh grade is a ride.

I start to grow up and mature.

I start to realize I am not straight, nor are many of my friends.

I don't care about school.

Eighth grade is a little cool but really dramatic.

The girls I thought were not dramatic hold a lot up in their head.

People talk behind my back.

A boy comes along and ruins everything even though he's beautiful.

I realize studying is important.

I apply for an arts high school so I can study music for the rest of my life.

I get accepted.

Wonder what will happen next?

I am born eight days late.

I celebrate my first halloween and christmas.

I am one.

My brother is born.

I am two.

I split my forehead open on a door.

I am three.

I begin to dance.

My parents divorce.

I move.

I am four.

I begin preschool and make friends.

I am five.

I begin to play soccer.

I begin kindergaren and make new friends.

I begin to read.

I am six.

I am in a class with no one I know.

I make new friends.

I read.

My youngest brother is born

I am seven.

I complete the first book in the Harry Potter series.

I am eight.

I read.

I quit playing soccer.

I am nine.

I make new friends.

I audition for the school play.

I read.

I am ten.

I LOVE school.

I read.

I am eleven.

I enter middle school.

I become quiet and reserved.

I discover my love for science.

I make new friends.

I read.

I am twelve.

I make new friends and become more talkative.

I read.

I am thirteen.

I make new friends.

I begin to talk a lot more.

I read.

I LOVE school.