the blossoming of the blue rose

I was a happy child once. I mean as happy as one can be when both parents are working. My mom worked days and when my dad did work he worked nights. When he didn't he would sleep all day when he wasn't being called to the school. I had a smart mouth when I was young and I still do but that's not the point I'm making. I once told my 2nd grade teacher Mrs. blueberry that I was sick because she gave us constant pop quizzes everyday for the first semester. She asked if I needed to go to the nurse I said not that type of sick I was just sick of her. I was a pistol I stood up for what I thought was right and protected the people who couldn't. You might ask why I did this but I can't tell you why not because I don't want to but there isn't enough words to explain. I won't lie I had some misfortunes as a kid I wasn't simple or straight. When my parents would take their eyes off of me if run to my cousins house which was up the mountain and a quarter mile away from my home. I was always getting picked on but I didn't really mind but my momma didn't like that fact too well. She is a fire cracker. I guess you could say she's where I get my umph from. There was one time when my mom and one of my teachers almost got into a fight because of what my teacher did.