Introduction to My Life and Family

Life is fickle, everything was going great for me at a point in life. I never saw the signs. I was always an adventurous child, climbing the highest hill and jumping, scraping my knee, but I became shy over time but only with people that I didn't know really really well.

I've changed over the years, everyone has some misfortune in their lives, some more than others. I'm glad I'm not them and that I've lived a rather happy life so far. I'm glad I was born privileged and that I don't starve everyday, that I'm not poor. The point is I'm not one to constantly compare things in life, yes I'm grateful that I'm lucky but you're not ever fully lucky. Its like having a jar of cookies, at some point those cookies will finish and you cant go back and get those exact same cookies again, ever.

You see things, you nearly die in life. You see people you love suffer tremendously, never thinking that could be you, and die and you cry at their departure. Everyone has this, some more than others. It's reality, I just can't keep comparing what I have to what other people don't have.

I have to live with bad things too. I know it sounds pretty selfish or uncaring but I just can't do it. It makes my blood boil when people compare my circumstances to others. I apologize, I went full Raven on you.

I'm Raven as I've just said, I'm sixteen years old and I have strong opinions. I live with my family. I have 2 older brothers and a younger sister, she's a late comer. My oldest brother Hayden is 21, the second oldest brother Chase is 18, my younger sister Fawn is 5. We all are very weirdly mixed and matched between my mom and dad. My dad has black straight hair and brown eyes while my mum has brown curly hair and green eyes. She's quite pretty, even though she isn't young anymore.

So let's go through how my siblings and I look, even though this isn't that important. Hayden has black curly hair and brown eyes, Chase has brown straight hair and brown eyes, I have black straight hair and brown eyes exactly like my dad, Fawn has black curly hair and green eyes. Fawn's the late comer with the best genes. That's my family!

My brothers don't live with us anymore, they travel to us for vacation. I haven't seen my older brother in a while. Chase was the one who came to visit when we moved house, when we moved I started to be more active and it was fun especially with my brother around. I would go cycling and I never felt that anything was wrong when I was going uphill and down. I felt quite content even though things weren't perfect. I had finished my first year in my new school and had moved on to grade 10.

It was fun. Me and my brother are always getting hurt, I was running away from him. I sadly twisted too quickly and you know it was weird cause I couldn't walk for a few days. It was that bad, my knee. The muscle pain was equally as bad. They left and time went on. I'll come back to that time later. It was a great time even though after that things were never the same. I hit my knee and lost everything forever. Anyways, Fawn was a great addition to our family, I was 10 when she was born I think, I'm not sure I didn't pay attention in preschool.

Fawn and me are also always playing cause I feel bad for the kid and anyways she's not annoying like some kids. I don't like young kids but this age is fine. I'm good at school if anyone was wondering but it's not as important as actually having a future.

I can't seem to decide what I want, I decided to dedicate my summer vacation which is 3 months to finding out what I want to do with my life. I know what I want to do but at the same time I want a guarantee that I'll be accepted. It's weird how school starts pressuring you so young.

"Raven!" Fawn says rather sweetly. "Yes Fawn,"I say quite bored and not in the mood to hear what she wants from me today. I'm not feeling too good. "I've been calling you for like a minute. Mum wants help with dinner and the dishes. Mum also says that you have to play with me after,"she says in the cutest voice but it doesn't soften the blow. My room is quite large in comparison to her figure. She looks like an elf.

"Fawn one day I ask to be left alone and you can't do it. Ugh! Tell Mum that I can't today, I'm not feeling well,"I say rather irritated. She nods with a little sadness evident in her big green eyes. She runs out and in a matter of seconds she's back upstairs pestering me. Her green eyes filled with excitement.

"Raven! Mum says that you have to play with me and that she's not taking no for an answer. She says that you've been slacking off and don't use your periods as an excuse,"she finished and I groaned out loud. It had only become a recent problem. I'm struggling to walk. Doing activities has always been a problem, like cleaning and cooking or lifting heavy things. I just never noticed before.

Whenever I clean, cook etc., I have to lay so my back won't hurt it's like a ritual. Even at church it's difficult sometimes. I can't sit for long in whatever position! Anyways it's life and no one believes me. I'm known to 'make a big deal about nothing', that's what they say anyways. It doesn't matter I've got a gut instinct for knowing when somethings wrong with me. I've nearly died getting bitten by an ant, I went into anaphylactic shock, I kept repeating, "I need to go to the hospital." Eventually my veins started popping out and my mum took me to the doctor. It's not that they don't believe me, they don't want to because they don't want bad things to happen to me. Oh, anaphylactic shock is when you have a major reaction to an insect or food that could lead to death because you can't breath.

As I've said before, it's inevitable! Bad things happen whether you're rich, poor, anything. It doesn't matter. At least one bad thing has to happen in your life, it's impossible for you to die without something bad happening to you.

Even babies who die in the womb, something bad happened to them so they died. So I say you may feel very lucky, luck runs out! Even if in your youth you're lucky, when you're old you will suffer. When I was young I thought nothing bad could happen to anyone, when bad things happened it was fun. As I grew up I realized how dangerous they really were and are. I could've died many times in my life but it never happened. Life wanted me to know what suffering feels like. I don't believe in fate, I believe that life (unexpected events/ choices) happens and there's nothing anyone can do about it. It's life.

Everyone hopes for a good one, but barely anyone gets one including me.