I have been nominated by Ploffot to do this.Ploffot is the person who originally came up with the idea of type my life and if you are going to do one yourself ,please credit her too. Thank you!<3

  I was born in Lille,France on December 25,1999.

  I have an older brother named Ourson. In case you didn't know, Ourson means 'little bear'.

  My real or first name was Renee. Renee means 'reborn'. The reason why they named me this was because I had a sister that was supposed to be seven years old two weeks before I was born. She sadly passed away 6 months before I was born.My brother was four when I was born.

  When I was three, we moved to Bordeaux because my parents wanted my brother and I to become more social and have more kids our age to be around.

  We didn't stay there very long, I estimate about 4 to 5 years, then we moved to Rennes. I hated school in Rennes. Before we moved to Rennes we were both homeschooled. I started school in October and I hated it.

  Everybody picked on me for having this long scar on my shoulder. I got that because when I was born my shoulder was really messed up.

  I only wore sweaters and jeans no matter how hot it became. In 4th grade I met my very first friend. Her name was Daveney. We would go to each other's houses all the time.I then realized I was gay for her.

  When I was 11,my mère (mother) got lung cancer because she smoked a lot. A year later she sadly passed away at age 30.

  My dad got really sad. He got really angry too. He would come home really late and we would hear him scream in sorrow and anger.He also ignored us.My brother would make me and him breakfast,lunch,and dinner while my dad would sit on the couch, most of the time passed out.

  My brother would always put the meals he made for dad in the microwave and put a note on the fridge to tell my dad where his food was. My dad got fired from his job after 2 months.

  A couple days later we got evicted from our home. We lived on the streets for 3 months until my brother found a well paying job. He got payed  239 dollars a week or most of the time more.

  After a year we got a house again. Dad's depression got worse and after about 8 months after we moved, he committed suicide at age 35.

  I got a job when I was 14. I worked as one of the reporters for the school news and I got payed 50 cents an hour i think.

  After 2 years we got enough money to fly to a different country, America. About 1/4 of the money came from the money that my brother's girlfriend gave to him to help move to America, where she lives. But a couple days before we could leave, my brother became very  ill. He had brain cancer.

  Nobody knows how he got it. A couple months later he died. His girlfriend became really sad and angry and she blamed his death on me.

  She refused to take me to America. But her father did take me. He payed for my trip there and let me move in with them for awhile until I could support myself.

  When I turned 16 I moved into my current apartment with all the money I had and the money I got from the part-time job I got.

  A couple months later, while I was at my station in at my job, a buff woman with brown hair walked in. She immediately asked if I wanted to get coffee with her. I agreed reluctantly and after a couple of dates she asked if I wanted to be her girlfriend and I agreed.

  I also figured out that we're neighbors. A year later, my best friend, Ploffot moved in next door with her brother and her brother's now ex-boyfriend.Thank you all so much. Good bye!