You found a book which was the history of your life. Your first memory was yourself reading it at age 9, and it changed your life.

I was 9 years old when I found it. I had no idea where my parents had gotten the book, but I would find it lying on the bookshelf, along with many others, including fiction fiction which was far too fruity for me, being a 9-year old. I had seen it several times, along with the fiction fiction, but the fruity fiction was my entertainment.<br><br>The cover was black. It had no name. No one would ever have thought that it was special. But for me, it was special. When I opened it I found the title of the book was instead my name, followed by, the history of my life. I was never good at spelling.<br><br>I opened it and I read the sentences on the first page. I read that I was born on this date, of these parents. I read how I was born with these defects. I had to look up the words which I couldn't name so they became the first words which I read. I read that I was born with this type of hair, and this height, and this weight, which was correct.<br><br>I wanted to read more, so I read about my childhood, and about how I was such an annoying infant, and how I would scream so much about seemingly nothing. I then began to read about my brothers, about how my older brother was an athlete, and how my younger brother was fruity, but still an athlete. I read about how my parents had always known that my younger brother was fruity because of how he would act, and that my older brother was an athlete because of how strong he was and how fast he could run.<br><br>It went on about my older brother's athletic life, how he was captain of this team, president of that team, and that team. It was so boring. Why would I read about my older brother's sports career when I could read about me?<br><br>I read about my life. I read that I was an annoying child, and how my parents would take my arms and then throw me into the room. It said I was basically furniture. I then just read the things I knew, as the book was current. I read what I did that day, and what happened. I read about how I found the book, how I read it, and what I read.<br><br>I then noticed that I could read ahead, and I did. A few pages later it said that my older brother received a gift, which was wealth. But it wasn't that much wealth, just this small amount.<br><br>I wanted to read more, so I read about how I left the house and then put my hand into a tip jar, which was wrong. I read that at that moment the tip jar was actually less, so I either took my hand out, or I moved my hand out of the way. I read that I took my hand out, and I was in the street. I read that I went to the city, instead of home. I read that the next day I got exploded because I gave my wisdom teeth to my younger brother, and I had overcome the defect.<br><br>I found that a few days after I got exploded that I went back home, and that my parents were searching for me. I then read that I went to the city, and then I went back home, every single day. I started to read ahead. I read that in the future I would have wings, but they would be the fruity kind.<br><br>I read that I joined a tournament and won in a few days. I read that I was on a ship for a long time which took me to this island, where I met a this person of my ideal. I read that this person was so ideal that everything he did was perfectly ideal. I read that this person was so good at seduction, that I was seduced without even seeing him, and he was in a different place.<br><br>I found that I would be depressed when I received a package of something that was supposed to kill my older brother, but I wouldn't receive it yet. I read about how my older brother received a hit. I read that my older brother would then look for the one who did it, as he wouldn't tell me about it when I meet him. I read that it would be days before I received the package, and I found that I ate it.<br><br>I read that my older brother found me after I ate the package, and that he was angry at me because he couldn't understand why I was stupid. I this person of my ideal saved me, and he talked to my older brother. I read that I left the city for a long time. I read that my younger brother became a millionaire fruity boy because he had such talent, but I never read about it.<br><br>I read that I went this place, and then that place, and then that place, and that we did this, and then that, and then we met this person, who was a king, and he was married to this person, who was a queen. I read that he was ideal too, but still had trouble with his wife, who was also a queen. I read that they were angry at this person of my ideal, because he was handsome. I read that this person was so handsome.<br><br>I had to look up the words I couldn't name. It was a hard life. I read that I had to make a choice. I would choose this one, and not that one. I read that I would be in this place for many months, and that I would be in danger and have many trials, and that this person of my ideal would be the one to save me. I read that I wouldn't be strong enough to save myself, and that this person of my ideal would do it all. I read that I would make this choice, because this person of my ideal would tell me too.<br><br>I read that I lost my wings. I read that this person of my ideal was attacked. I read that I couldn't get it back, because I went back home. I read that I would then spend months trying to leave, but I couldn't. I read that I was attacked, and I couldn't defend myself. I read that I couldn't save myself, so I failed.<br><br>I was sad.<br><br>But then I read that this person of my ideal went back home. To my home. And that he found me. And that he saved me, again. I read that he was free to go wherever he wanted, but he came back to save me. I read that he was the one who saved me, and I couldn't save myself. I read that I couldn't live without him.<br><br>And then the book ended.