Alot of people picture giving birth to be beautiful. They expect to hear "Congratulations it's a beautiful baby boy/girl!". I think it's funny. The presume it to be the most beautiful thing in the world. Well, it's not. Your birth may have went like that but mine went something like this:
"PUSH MYRAAA!!"
*silence*
"THE BABY ISN'T BREATHING!"
"SOMEONE GET A TUBE"
"WE NEED A TOWEL FOR THE OTHER LADY!!"
"THERE'S A FLAP OF SKIN COVERING HER THROAT!!"
*shoves tube down throat^
*crying*
"THE BABY'S ALIVE!!"
*cheering*
Whip-de-doo. I lived. Yay. Note the sarcasm. I know. It's a miracle. No. It's not. Because after that I end up in the hospital again.
So, I bet you're wondering who I am. Well, my names Ginger Michelle Genson. That's the one thing I actual like about me. My name. I have curly brown hair I wear nerdy glasses and I'm a full on dork. I have no friends. And my parents died in a car crash last week. Oh, and I have a brother that I HATE with the worlds biggest passion. It's because of him that we weren't with our parents when they died. I despise him. But, that's a story for another time. Hmm, what am I missing? Oh yea. I'm a senior in highschool. And I like One Direction. Their music is the only thing that's holding me back from leaving forever.
But there's school tomorrow and since I have no social life I'm going to bed.

Notes

All the other chapters will be written regularly. Like in past form.