I was born in Germany in a town called Rothen Burg. I was a really adventurous little girl I would go on walks at the park, camp in the backyard with my Papa, and my favorite subject in school was history! (I could even talk about my history with my friends) But I wasn't good at pre algebra, multiplication from memory was hard, I wasn't good at certain formulas either, I was forced to sit in the classroom all day, when it came to the F- situation and I would wait for my parents to pick me up. (It was a pain in my hinny!) My parents were nice and proud of me for learning. My mama was an outgoing and caring angel, she taught me how to do karate and use the katana. (In fact I always wanted to be a ninja) My papa was a smart humerus and a helpful person, he would teach me how to multiply and do some math with him, and he would do some jokes at the dinner table. My life was just incredible, until it wasn't. When my brother august was born, my mom died of a lack of oxygen, and a stroke The last word she said to me was, You Are My Ninja.. Tears streamed down my face like raindrops on a roof's edge. When my brother was 4 and I was 12 papa was hired as an engineer for the German army forces, he sent us to our aunt and uncle who didn't give a living duck about us, all they cared about was vaping and getting drunk, they would feed us bad foods and Make us late for school. When I was about 15 and august was 7 we were accepted into the German army forces, Finally we get to leave this Gosh Awful house we're are aunt and uncle lived in, I was also exited to teach my brother about mom's ninja teachings.
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