|Favorite book:||I don't really have one|
|Member Since:||Feb 27, 2010|
My (pen)name is Barbie Roberts. I am 15 years old, but have the mentality that of a 30 year old and at other times, a five year old. I'm a dance instructor at the local studio and teach Jazz,Tap and Hiphop. However, when I am home and am bored or my muse decides to arrive, I love to write. I've been writing for years, since first grade. I would write stories and read them to the class when I was done. All my teachers say I have a talent in literature.
To get a little more into my life. I have a mom,53 and my father, 52. I also have my brother Matt, who is 10 years older than I. Well, he's my half brother. But my family doesn't believe in the half sibling sort of thing, so he's my brother. His father is 57. His name, is Kenny. When my mother became pregnant with me, he insisted she get an abortion, she went, but she saw my 5 little fingers and my nose in the ultra sound and she didn't want to lose her baby girl. She told my father he could leave, and that Kenny, my stepfather, would take care of me. My father stayed around, and it's caused complications...He doesn't really like my mother. But he's so good to me. Spoils me ROTTEN in fact.
I grew up watching them argue, and not so long after, my uncle, Ray, who happens to be a severe alcholic, would scare and tease me and tell me awful things... He never hurt me physically. Thank God for that. But emotionally and mentally, indeed. from age 5 to 7 I had incredible tremors, that enabled me to write and hold things steadily. I was also very, very nervous. About EVERYTHING it seemed.
My closest friends were and ARE my cousin Elizabeth and my friend Christi. I believe in God. I love God. Lifes a nightmare, a dream, it seems. No matter how much I wanted to give up, I have to continue on for Liz, Christi and my mother, father, brother and Kenny. Along with the rest of my family...No matter how hard that may be. I've gone through alot, as anyone else...and I'm going to make the best of this blessing.