Sometimes they say life is easy for those who know the right way, but to me life just suck,I really don't know how to put this but this story is just a tale about how life feel to a guy ( Quinn).
It all started on a Sunday night, mum was pregnant with me,Dad still at work, working in a grocery store to be honest I really don't know what happened that day but that day was the day, I was brought to life, I wish it hadn't happened to be honest though.
**** Present****
As an African born in a Tropical region, the rain is drizzling while I'm on my bed literally writing this novel, I know most people might be wonder? What happened that made me hate life and not just life but also myself in particular, I would be honest I really don't know, I just hope you all find the reason why though for me"" Quinn can you help me get cold coke from the fridge?""
That my aunt, she a plump woman who is nice but hate noise totally, she's a fair blonde woman with three kid, divorced and a dog, Ive stayed with her for the past five years of my life after the incident at the "Saint Louis house of orphans"
Anyway, being the elder one here I literally do all the house chores, I know you might be thinking whether I'm being maltreated and all but to be honest my aunt is a really nice woman aside from the fact that she treats one like a slave.
So where was i? Yep, I was writing my journal, my classmates call me a weirdo cause I have a journal or should I say dairy as they call it but I literally don't care, what they say or feel about me doesn't matter,they can die with it for all I care.
So now my aunt has three kid, all girl, Patricia the first born, a really nice blonde girl like her mother having the same ocean blue eyes and left dimple when she smiles but let me just let you know that that little thing is the devil reincarnated ( I tell you). Cindy the second born is the tallest among the three kids, a brilliant and easy going girl but she hates me, I don't know what I did but she believes I'm the reason their dad died
I know you might be wondering, why so let flash it back a little
It all happened on sunny Sunday, around April, so I just moved in with the Bryan, I was introduced to the whole family by Mr Steven Bryan, my aunt husband, everyone was really nice to me, helping me as they all were aware aside Martha the last born what happened to me while I was at the orphanage, so little me thinking every was going to be fine and good only for me to find out a week later that I was cursed cause I dont know why the hell it has to be the same week I move into the house the following Sunday, Mr Bryan died of a tragic car accident, so I believe you all know why I'm blamed by Cindy right, not only Cindy though with my aunt also, although she doesn't say it I know deep down that what she feel about me cause since that dreadful Sunday my life took a major turn to Deadville.
****** So back to reality Martha is the last born, a fair blonde little angel, very nice, very demure and very mindful, she is literally the closest to who I can call a family, although she is just 6 years, she grew up to like me, I feel maybe because I was the one that feed her most of the time but either way she is a very respectful and intelligent girl who has been a good friend to me u like the other.
******* Back to my diary, after that faithful night of being born I knew I was cursed, not because both my parents died on that same day but ..... , cause life has literally just been an asshole to me. So while my mum was in the labour room, my dad was on his way to the hospital to come meet my mum cause no one expected that little me would be coming out that cursed day, the doctor I wasn't due like the ending of next month but maybe heaven was really fed up of my bad luck I was sent straight to earth, so while my mum was pushing me she died, I still wonder why they didn't do a CS though till today but either way, my dad while on the road was told that his lovely wife died while I survived only for him to find a way to leave little me all alone in the dreadful world, the doctors and nurses while expecting my dad to come and pay the bill and all, take me home, only for them to find out a week later that my dad was dead, what killed him, too much whiskey, drinking 12 good damn bottle of whiskey, I still wonder why he did though till now. So little me having no family and all being close by my mum sister being her next of kin was asked if she would take full responsibility of me or I should be taken to an orphanage, only for me to be signed out by her to be taken to the orphanage, that day, that faithful day marked the beginning of Quinn's doom.