To many people I seemed to be an ordinary person. I was a shy, generous, quiet, awkward, and calm person with many friends. On the inside though I was filled with dread, always with my head down. Like I was just trapped in a box and someone threw away the key because deep inside there were so many things that people don't know about me. There's things that I've been through but never really told anybody because I thought maybe my friends would think I'm weird, so I kept it to myself. With the help of my friends and most importantly with the help of God (glory be to the Most High) I learned to speak up for myself and be a stronger person.
This is my story, a story of an American teenage girl.
In this story you'll learn the life about a teenage girl and her life story.
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The Diary of An American Woman: (Memories of The Past)
Non-FictionThis is my very first book, it consists of my life memories. I'll be writing in first person. I will warn you this book may contain some trigger warnings due to some depictions of domestic violence, abuse, and neglect.
