• Hey all, my name is Brigid. most people call me Bree, some people call me Mommy, and only a couple call me Pumpkin. I'm thirteen going on thirty. I know, I know, it's a cliche phrase. But it's true for me. I can act like I'm 3, 13, or 30. It's just who I am, and what happened to me. Ever since my dad died in 2001 (and some may know this if they read my other non-fiction 'Dying While Living'), I've been a few different people. I've been the little girl who wants to know why Daddy isn't coming home. I'm often the teen who eats junk food, curses, and hangs out with her BFFs. Sometimes, though, I can be the adult trapped in a 13-year-old body. You see, it's what happened to me that can make me stronger or weaker. But what would I have been like if none of my family died yet?
    I probably would have done better in school blaugh
    I may have been more shy gonk
    I wouldn't be so good at writing poetry gonk X5000
    I wouldn't have 'been there' like some others gonk
    I would have been closer with my dad blaugh
    i probably wouldn't have been so close with my mom gonk
    Uncle Harry might have come to live with us blaugh
    Howie wouldn't have been around us blaugh
    My Grandpas could be alive blaugh X2
    I may not have liked acting gonk X100
    I may not have liked writing gonk X10000

    Hey, who knew?
    Good things about that: 6
    Bad things: 15,103 (yes, i seriously counted acting and writing stories and poetry that high. They're that important)
    So hey, maybe my life is pretty good the way it is!