Personal Narrative: I Am A Macaroni Girl

Let’s get real here, as kids, we were brought up learning to talk and walk. Now we are brought up to be quiet and sit down. Something is wrong there. Hi, my name is tania. That’s all you need to know. I was born and raised in california. You know, i was thinking of calling this ‘ the chronicles of tania’ but it sounds too cheesy. Anyway, this is my life.

Just a reckless girl somewhat considered ‘ different ‘. growing up, i was one of the oddballs. Just being myself in a way. I wore braids everyday to school. My hair was extremely long. I loved to dance and sing. I was the definition of corky. I loved animals and got guilty when i accidently hit a dog or something. Too confident. I was considered ‘ the macaroni queen ‘. every time they had macaroni and cheese during lunch, i’d ask everybody that wasn’t eating it too let me have it. So i got about 4-5 plates worth of macaroni and cheese. I’d simply look around, and stuff my face. Let me mention, i was a 3rd grader. I was skinny but not bulimic skinny, just skinny you know. I was born pre-maturely. I was born on october 27, 2003. I was due in december. Anyway, enough about how i was born. I was quite a walking talking radio. I

If you’re reading this, means I published this. legit . 2017 was the year that everything fell apart. Well, with me of course. I was a freshman in high school. Lots of people said that was the year you lose all your friends. At first, I thought they were completely wrong. Now I see they were right. Is so weird how one person can just walk into your life and tear your world apart. Sadly, that’s what happen to us. My friend group was really nice. You know, just some more down to earth people just like me. I returned to my childhood friend group once again. It felt nice just catching up and it seemed just like yesterday that were we sitting under the tree at the end of the yard. The red bench. Oh how that red bench gave me the