The Girl who lived Not so Happily Ever After

Hello everyone! My name is Elphador! Elpha is short for Elphador. Only my family and besties call me Elpha. For people I don’t know calls me Elphador. So please call me Elphador and not Elpha, it’s just a thing or two I know about being respectful. Anyways, let’s get into my awful situation about being in this mental hospital. I mean I can’t even wait to get out of here! I had a perfect life just like any kid in there younger years. Especially, when I was a toddler. Well except when my preschool teacher broke my arm. I was playing with my friends, and the teacher got mad at us so she looked at me and I looked in terror. That’s when she swung me across the room. My arm hit the edge of her desk and I bursted into tears. My parents came to pick me up from preschool and they had this worried look on there faces. They rushed me into the hospital. The doctor used an X-ray to see if I had any broken bones. That’s when I found out that my arm was broken. Then my parents sent me to my Grandparents house, where they can take care of me while they were gone off to work. My mom worked as a veterinarian, and my dad on the other hand worked as a Police officer. They were two busy parents, that wanted the best for Elphador. Then Elphador began learning her ABC’s, Shapes, and Numbers at home with her grandmother and grandfather. Until, Elphador went off to Kindergarten. Then there was first grade where Elphador’s parents signed her up for after school cheerleading .