Is this a good first chapter in a book?

I just started typing one day and I wanted to know if this is good?

Tell me what I should change and all that stuff.

Would you want to read more?

Be critical.



CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM ONLY THOUGH.





Don檛 you ever just wish life were over? Don檛 you wish you knew why you were here? Don檛 you wish that you could just die? In this ****** up world nobody cares about you or your feelings. In the long run you檝e only got yourself. When you檙e born you檙e the new toy in town. You檝e got everybody all over you. You burp, somebody is there making sure you see a doctor just incase. Once you develop into a tot you檙e not really there. I mean, you are but all your doing in learning how to read, write and speak. Everybody says you檙e so cute but actually you檙e just an annoying piece of ****. Once the tot years are up you sprout into a kid. Elementary school, the easiest place to be. You檙e started to make friends. Or as I like to say, the back stabbers in life. Then you hit your teens. God, what the **** was he thinking. Not one single person likes being a teenager. All it is is sex, lies, drugs, lies, lies, lies, and puberty. Once you are out of high school and ending college, the real life comes into play. Marriages, kids, a house, taxes, face it; you檙e ******. You then become a helpless ghost in the world. You檙e pale, wrinkly, and every kid is secretly afraid of you, like youl rub off on him or her and make him or her die too. After those years, you檙e actually in the fantasy world. You go to heaven, you stay down here un-noticeable, or you rot in hell. First, let檚 start from the beginning.

Developing in the womb. I檓 sure I heard everything happening on earth as if though I was alive. But I only had a heart, a brain and a torso. 600 leagues under the sea yet I could still hear Mom crying. Saying I was just a mistake and the birth control failed. Lucky me, I had to hear that for months on end. Dad cared; he said things happen for reason but deep inside, I knew he was freaking the hell out. I mean, another child. He hoped it was another boy. But no, here I am. A teenage, messed up little girl.

Then I came. A screaming, shitting, crying, eating, puking baby. I remember looking through my eyes as if though I was being put on Earth for the first time. Well actually, I was being put here for the first time. Lucky me.

Grandpa, his so called girlfriend and my Nana and her boyfriend watched me grow up, day by day until I was able to speak. Along with Mom, Dad and older brother. Tanner, my brother is only three years older than I. He had envy for me since the day I popped out of Mom檚 vagina and into the doctor檚 hands.

Elementary school went by quick. It was easy as cake and I grabbed some best friends that promised we would stay tight till the end. But things change. Grade school continued into middle school, the years I figured out I was actually a braniac child and had a grade point average on 4.0 my whole life. I took Spanish courses and leadership classes. Paid attention, took notes and even did home chores. Things got hard once I reached eighth grade, my last year in at Carson Middle. Friends started talking **** behind my back, family got creative with making me hate my life and I found the love of my life.Is this a good first chapter in a book?
baby i'm amazed. lol. but honestly, it was alright for a first draft. nothing bad, but nothing spectacular bout it either. but i would read more



mine plz, its really interesting question (lot of bad lanuage btw)

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why do you just randomly cuss
stop cussing. i like being a teenager. i get responsible and its not all bout sex and stuff. The reason we are alive so we can enjoy and glorify God as long as we live. we still do that if we go to heaven. in hell you suffer.
It sounds like you're trying to hard to be non-mainstream and it's bad.
that was good you could really make a good book out of that. i liked it. i don't have a bad thing to say about it.