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I always thought he was just the type that liked to pick on people, iv had a bad view of him when I was growing up. it seemed like he was just trying to find ways to get at me and my brother. As I’m older now I realize that he is actually very reasonable and only wants us to work hard so that we could be successful. When it was my birthday I asked my mom if I could get an iPod touch and she got mad and said no and kept saying it. I thought this year I was going to get nothing, but a day ago I saw this iPod touch on the niche and saw the name of who ordered it. My dad. I never thought he truly cared about us. Thanks for reading I just thought I had to share this!

The lie .That…her dad came to the US with her as an 8 years old. He spoke no English, had only $700 in his pocket & worked odd jobs. SORRY, who is dumb enough to believe such a story. The US Embassy would never ever issue a visa to any applicants in such situation. The truth. She was sponsored by a wealthy tennis CEO, helped in bringing her & her father to the US, housed them in a wealthy/rich home, put her through the academy & helped/helping her (in secret) in draws & the rise in tennis.
It is well know that this is a common secret practice. Powerful tennis organizers search all over the world (especially Eastern Europe) for young beautiful girls that play tennis from poor families with the promise of a better life, rich and fame, for a cut ( a percentage) in their future winnings. Remember the scandal between Ion Tiriac & Boris Becker .Usually those powerful sponsors search for pretty blonde girls from poor families. Easy prey. The catch. It is easy to market ” beauty ” and make a lot of money doing so. People love a ” beautiful champion “, …even if it is a fake one.

The lie .That…her dad came to the US with her as an 8 years old. He spoke no English, had only $700 in his pocket & worked odd jobs. SORRY, who is dumb enough to believe such a story. The US Embassy would never ever issue a visa to any applicants in such situation. The truth. She was sponsored by a wealthy tennis CEO, helped in bringing her & her father to the US, housed them in a wealthy/rich home, put her through the academy & helped/helping her (in secret) in draws & the rise in tennis.
It is well know that this is a common secret practice. Powerful tennis organizers search all over the world (especially Eastern Europe) for young beautiful girls that play tennis from poor families with the promise of a better life, rich and fame, for a cut ( a percentage) in their future winnings. Remember the scandal between Ion Tiriac & Boris Becker .Usually those powerful sponsors search for pretty blonde girls from poor families. Easy prey. The catch. It is easy to market ” beauty ” and make a lot of money doing so. People love a ” beautiful champion “, …even if it is a fake one.

Is my life epic enough to sell to a book writer? And is it even possible to sell my life story to a book writer or film maker?
My Mom had a afair with her sisters husband. I was a created from the afair. I never knew I was a product of a afair. My mom hates me, and blames me for being born. Because my moms husband is african american, so its very obviouse my mom had a afair. Despite this my mom, and step dad lied to me, and told me I was mixed. I grew up getting into fights with black people telling me Im not black, and me telling them I am. I saw my face as mixed even though I am obviosly white. I have a point European nose, and jewish features. Light brown even blondish hair, and blue eyes.My mom left me and took my brothers and sisters with her when I was 16 teen. She came back a year later and continued hating me. She would have my older brother beat me up, even jump me with other kids. She would buy, or make dinner for all my siblings except me. And she even told me every day I am a retard, and will never be anything. She ment it literally, that I had a mental disability. The guidence counselor at my school tried to tell her I scored the highest on the state math test. And that I should go to college, and asked her to sign a schollarship paper. My mom told the guidence counselor im a little retart , and I am not going to college. She then(my mom) told me to get a job at a factory.She planned to make me un marriable and have me forever tucked away in her basement hiding the secret. But I was handsome girls would call the house, guidence counselors were knocking because I was smart. So to solve her problem she kicked me out the house, and had me disowned from the whole famly cuzins, and all. She told them I was a bad terrible son. I stayed in agroup home, and still finished my senior year of high school. the group home had a step program to get those kids working a apartment. I found a job quickly, and was going to get the apartment. Until my mom called the week before knowing said she wants me to come home. My mom and dad had been seperated for the 2 months I was gone. The day I came back my step Dad sucker punched me in the mouth my mom told the police it was my fault and they locked me up. I spent three days in jail till my cuzin bailed me out. My Dad droped the fake charges because it was bringing my Mom un wanted attention. Then I finally figured out why my mom was doing this, and that I was a product of a afair. I acidently bumped into my uncle, that I was never aloud to see, or be at the same famly get togethers as. He had my face, even my weird hands. My ant told me that the afair happend when they had a 1year old sone and a 2 yearold son, and when. that placed the afair at nine months before I was born.I eventually made into NYU( a good school). I teach kids who go through abuse like me. And I even act or try to be a star.I was on one collegehumor sketh , and had one speaking under 5 in a movie.I actually even landed a lead in a NBC pilot that was cancled. Sorry Im babbling. But really what do you think? Is this worthy of a novel? theres other small stories in my life that go with my story. Like the time I caused a huge union strike at a supermarket I worked at for discriminating agianst me. I won and the racist super market was forced to finaly hire minoritys from the section 8 housing project across the street.I came from little rochester new york to big NYC by myself.I put on a whole theater show before with a simple marketting plan and fufilled my first dream of doing sketch comedy. My first modeling gig the guy wiped out his meat and put porn on , and said I need you to be more sexy. I ran away! My x threw a brick at my friend because she was jealouse. And made me loose my voice before my first audition because swhe was so jealose/insecure (it was a sex scene). My baby sister would always talk to me, and play with me. I decided I could never see her again when my mom slammed her head into the wall for talking to me. She was hysterical when that happened, and hysterical when I told her at 5 I wasnt going to be able to see her for a long time. I had asmthma so my mom washed all the room walls in clorox. I started to turn blue(my lips) so she put me in a beach chair sitting up. And told me I dont want to pay for a ambulance we cant aford it. And the car doesent run well. My aunt busted in and drove me to the hospital the 1o minute ride. The doctor looks at my mom and tells her I only had 10 or 15 minutes to live.I think this could be a book, but maybe theres plenty of stories like that already?so what do you think?novelist will take it?

My Mom had a afair with her sisters husband. I was a created from the afair. I never knew I was a product of a afair. My mom hates me, and blames me for being born. Because my moms husband is african american, so its very obviouse my mom had a afair. Despite this my mom, and step dad lied to me, and told me I was mixed. I grew up getting into fights with black people telling me Im not black, and me telling them I am. I saw my face as mixed even though I am obviosly white. I have a point European nose, and jewish features. Light brown even blondish hair, and blue eyes.My mom left me and took my brothers and sisters with her when I was 16 teen. She came back a year later and continued hating me. She would have my older brother beat me up, even jump me with other kids. She would buy, or make dinner for all my siblings except me. And she even told me every day I am a retard, and will never be anything. She ment it literally, that I had a mental disability. The guidence counselor at my school tried to tell her I scored the highest on the state math test. And that I should go to college, and asked her to sign a schollarship paper. My mom told the guidence counselor im a little retart , and I am not going to college. She then(my mom) told me to get a job at a factory.She planned to make me un marriable and have me forever tucked away in her basement hiding the secret. But I was handsome girls would call the house, guidence counselors were knocking because I was smart. So to solve her problem she kicked me out the house, and had me disowned from the whole famly cuzins, and all. She told them I was a bad terrible son. I stayed in agroup home, and still finished my senior year of high school. the group home had a step program to get those kids working a apartment. I found a job quickly, and was going to get the apartment. Until my mom called the week before knowing said she wants me to come home. My mom and dad had been seperated for the 2 months I was gone. The day I came back my step Dad sucker punched me in the mouth my mom told the police it was my fault and they locked me up. I spent three days in jail till my cuzin bailed me out. My Dad droped the fake charges because it was bringing my Mom un wanted attention. Then I finally figured out why my mom was doing this, and that I was a product of a afair. I acidently bumped into my uncle, that I was never aloud to see, or be at the same famly get togethers as. He had my face, even my weird hands. My ant told me that the afair happend when they had a 1year old sone and a 2 yearold son, and when. that placed the afair at nine months before I was born.I eventually made into NYU( a good school). I teach kids who go through abuse like me. And I even act or try to be a star.I was on one collegehumor sketh , and had one speaking under 5 in a movie.I actually even landed a lead in a NBC pilot that was cancled. Sorry Im babbling. But really what do you think? Is this worthy of a novel? theres other small stories in my life that go with my story. Like the time I caused a huge union strike at a supermarket I worked at for discriminating agianst me. I won and the racist super market was forced to finaly hire minoritys from the section 8 housing project across the street.I came from little rochester new york to big NYC by myself.I put on a whole theater show before with a simple marketting plan and fufilled my first dream of doing sketch comedy. My first modeling gig the guy wiped out his meat and put porn on , and said I need you to be more sexy. I ran away! My x threw a brick at my friend because she was jealouse. And made me loose my voice before my first audition because swhe was so jealose/insecure (it was a sex scene). My baby sister would always talk to me, and play with me. I decided I could never see her again when my mom slammed her head into the wall for talking to me. She was hysterical when that happened, and hysterical when I told her at 5 I wasnt going to be able to see her for a long time. I had asmthma so my mom washed all the room walls in clorox. I started to turn blue(my lips) so she put me in a beach chair sitting up. And told me I dont want to pay for a ambulance we cant aford it. And the car doesent run well. My aunt busted in and drove me to the hospital the 1o minute ride. The doctor looks at my mom and tells her I only had 10 or 15 minutes to live.I think this could be a book, but maybe theres plenty of stories like that already?so what do you think?novelist will take it?

This is pure friendship between two friends, don’t mis understand anything. I just want to know or guess about what really happened.
I made friend with someone I have a lot in common with.
– friendly
– sensitive
– shy
– smart
– quick thinker
– independent
– caring
– have a traditional family
– influence in chinese
– have strict parents
– he doesn’t get along with his dad while I’m not with my mom and for almost the same reason.
– like the same type of music and movies
– share secrets like masturbate and other personal things (most asian doesn’t do that.)
and a lot more…
Everything was fine for the past 2years, but it all changed when he begun to making new friends.
His new is fine, except that they sort of his followers which I’m not. My friend is better than me in Math, Physic, Chemistry but not because he smarter, it’s just he more determinate to study than me,and I’m lazy. that’s why when he calls every friend to open a study club, I decided not to go.
– I don’t like his friends.
– Even without his tutoring, I’m doing just fine with school work.
That’s when he begun to get really close to them. I don’t really mind though, he’s not my girlfriend, he’s not my boyfriend, there’s no reason that he can’t hang out with other people and I told him that in person.
I never really know really happened, all I know is that I hate his friends more and more because, they know that I’m very close to him, so in front of him, they treat me like a long time best friend, they just talk to me without making sense but when he’s not around, his friends are barely talk to me even when I ask them something, the way they look at me is like I’m some sort of a loser which I don’t understand because, I’m as rich as my best friend and we both richer than anyone in our class, maybe even in our whole school, and I’m good looking, smarter than any of them.
One day, I when to the suppermarket and saw my best friend hang out with his new friends, he saw me, which I saw him too. So I hurried home right away, I was angried at him, that’s because a moment ago, I called to ask him to goes with me to buy some new Movies but he said that he sick and had to stay at home but instead he went to the same market with his friend cohort. About 20 minutes later, he called, I know that he knows that I was angry, what he was talking on the phone doesn’t make any sense, it was school, it was this, that… i can’t really understand any of it but I know it’s because he know he did wrong and had nothing to say, he just saying other things, maybe he was just trying to detect if I was angry at him or not. Ever since then, I sort of distance myself from him, he called, I don’t pick up, sometime I do if I was close to the phone, but I never called back if there were his miscalled, I just told him that my phone is out of money. At school, the table, is for 2 person but can be use for 3, I sat with him and his other best friend from childhood, but lucky or not, someone was transfer to other class, I went to sit in that table, using an excuse as the table was empty. He realize that i was really angry at him and without knowing what to do, he called my dad and have my dad call to me to talk for him. I was really surprised at the time, he never know my dad, and he dare to call, wonder where he got my dad’s number? After than everything was fine again, that’s also when he knows that I really hate his friends.
Later, he had to goes to America to study, he throwing a going away party without invite me, when I found out, I kind of really stay far from him more by write an e-mail to him;
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He didn’t reply back, but e-mail that he had returned for a short visit and want to meet me, I said no to him. Now he comes back again for his birthday celebration, I ask who he was celebrated with, he said, it only his family members but before that, I called his brother and ask about this too and he said, he celebrated it with him and his other 3 best friend at home, so my friend lied to me again. But this time, he will visit me, and as speaking of it, it is tomorrow.
So what do you think? how should i behave? what should I do? What should I talk about?
Should I see him off this time??? Because of what