Now I want you to know someting, Im not a hoosier and im not a gangster. Im one regular girl and my past is what defindes me. I felt that since i write about everyone else its time to write about me for a change. Now you might think the title is a bit much but I can explain. It all started when I was a kid. I was aa tomboy, now when you think tomboy you think Oh how cute. No that is not the case. I looked like a boy and wanted to be like a boy. I didnt wear a shirt, I got crew cutes, i even tryed to pea standing up, I wanted to be a boy, as a kid i was trapped in a girls body. That is how I believe I got my fighting mentality. I rolled with the boys and fought like them to. But when i got older I changed into a girl dramatically, but the fire in my eyes never burnt out. I want you to know something I never started a fight I ended them. My first fight was in 7th grade, with a girl who didnt like me why I dont know. But we went to the park, and so did the hole school. The fucked up thing was everyone was on her side. But it changed when i got the best of her. That same day in that sma park I fought i girl she was a soft ball player and she was huge. she tackled me down but when i got up it was over i gave her a couple good ones in the face, she ran away after that. After that everything changed. I started doing bad things like drugs and alchol but i was never stupid and never stupped that low. I was getting into fight after fight, boys, girls it didnt matter if you pissed me off it was on. I was fighting me friends, I even jumped some boy with some other friends of mine. I was a bad bitch. But it all changed the day I picked a fight with the wrong girl. i was at the park with my friend Nick, just me and nick noone else. There was this girl there who I knew was trying to get with my stupid boyfriend at the time. Well I wanted to fight she didnt. I kept talking my shit. finally she left but when she came back she came back with 15 others. AT this piont I was terrified but it was my own fault. My boyfriend was there also but he was on her side. He told me I wasnt leaving the park until i fought her, or he would beat my ass and have my freind nick jumped. SO i did the only thing I knew how I fought. But god was on my side for a moment. I beat this girls ass for a good 20 minutes. I was kicking her baeting her face in. She could barlet even stand up. Then I looked back behind me. All the sudden I found myself on the ground. I was bieng jumped. And it was bad, My hair was ripped out, my face was bieng kicked and punched. The girl i fought punched me the right side of my face 20 times. And it lasted a good while. While I was on the ground I looked over to see my friend crying his eyese out beacuse he didnt think i was going to make it out alive. I did and that night changed my life forever. I believe I deserved what I got. I learned noone is invincable. When I would walk into a room people would just stop and stare, i was beaten so bad you couldnt of even reconized me.I was only 13 years old when it happened. But I lived and I learned. Dont get me wrong im still a bad bitch but alot smarter now. When you see me you know not to fuck with this, even though im just a regular 18 year old. Im not on drugs im not all tatted up. Im normal, if you saw me you would of never thought that happened to me. Im still tough I even am marring a soldier. that fire is still in my eyes but I dont use it for the bad anymore. That is my life as a street fighter.