My Autobiography

Topics: Educational years, High school, Sixth grade Pages: 6 (2325 words) Published: October 30, 2010
Chane’l Leverette
English 109
04 Ocotber 2010
My Autobiography
I was born Chane’l Dominique Leverette on Friday September 4, 1992 in Pontiac, MI at 6:03 in the morning. My parents are Angela Evangelista, a Caucasian female, and Gregory Leverette, an African American male. I guess that I was already predicted to be a difficult baby since my mom was in labor with me for seventy-two hours! I came out so precious and loving weighing seven pounds and four ounces and nineteen inches long.

Between the age of one and six months I was learning who my family was and slightly making goo-goo and gaga sounds. My mom said that I was so spoiled and I would always cry whenever things didn’t go my way. My grandmother always told me that she should’ve never held me over the stove when she was cooking because it made me want to eat too much. I was a good baby most of the time, never really cried too much. When I was around nine months I learned how to walk and talk. Boy did I start to get into everything I could get my hands on.

When I was almost one year old I decided to get into my mother’s things and took one of her razors. I ended up cutting my chin and it left a pretty big scar. My mom was so scared and crying because nothing like that has ever happened to me and I was still so little. The months went by and my first birthday was coming up, so my mom planned a big party for me and invited all of our family over to celebrate. I was so happy that day; all I knew is that I was getting lots of toys and of course BIRTHDAY CAKE! It was mainly my mom’s family who was there because my dad wasn’t a big part of my life at the time. My grammy bought me a little kids four-wheeler and it became my favorite toy in the world. My mom bought me a big, chocolate birthday cake!

It was time to blow out the candles, but before that my mom had to do one thing. She had to strip me down to my diaper because she already knew what I was going to do. My mom helped me blow out the candles then I dived straight into the cake ending up with a chocolatey face and stomach. As the months went by my mom had to find a babysitter because she had to work three jobs to support us. My babysitter’s name was Gail. She lived right next door to us. I spent all of my days there while my mom was at work until I was old enough to go to school.

A couple years went by and I was finally old enough to attend preschool! My mom put me in this preschool/ gymnastics school. I loved it there because I got to do gymnastics everyday and I did dancing at a studio. Dancing and gymnastics was a big part of my life, I had shows about every couple months. I remember having these two specific outfits; one was a pink cat tutu with cat ears and the other was like a diva type tutu that was purple and pink all made out of glitter sequence with the same type of hat. The best part of getting to dance and perform was wearing makeup! I got to wear red lipstick, bright colored eye shadow, and blush that matched my skin complexion. I thought I looked so pretty like a little princess.

The next year went by and I was finally in kindergarten. I attended Alcott Elementary in Pontiac. I was doing well there, it was just the fright of meeting new people and making new friends. I had lots of fun, I made new friends and when we went for recess we played hide and go seek. My first grade year I started off good, I liked my teachers and everything. One day things started to change. At the beginning of the week I came to class and I just sat at my table. I was minding my own business when all of the sudden a girl walked past and hit me. I didn’t say or do anything to her, I didn’t even tell the teacher. So the next day and the next day is the same thing and I still don’t tell on her.

Finally one day we went out for recess and she walked past and punched me right in the face. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I started to fight with her and the teachers saw. I got in trouble and they suspended me...
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