Life story …

No. No no no no!!!

Something was awfully wrong here. This is supposed to be my life story, a biography, but instead I have spent the last hour reading the story of a different girl; a girl with little or no tangible resemblance to me.

Why did they gloss over my teenage scars like they never happened? They wrote about how bold I felt being the tallest girl in high school, but they forgot to mention how painfully shy and awkward I felt for a long time being the last girl amongst my peers to grow into the semblance of curves and breasts.

The book made me out to be a quintessential child. I listened to every word mother said and never once disobeyed, but that is so far from the truth. Yes I listened to mother, I didn’t have much of a choice, but No I didn’t always obey. Like the time I took a lift from a stranger back to school, thankfully nothing happened got to school safe and in one piece. A fact I attribute to having mentioned who my mum was to the stranger who happened to live two streets away from us. Mum was a well known Christian and disciplinarian, her fame as a woman who didn’t suffer fools much was known home and abroad. I never told mum ‘cos she would have skinned me alive. My sins, however came back to bit me in the proverbial when the said gentleman came calling as a potential boyfriend, talk about awkward.

I really could not stomach reading any further, so I rushed to the end and there I faced the worst climax I have ever read/seen/heard in the history of story telling. Who ends a book with “and she died.” of course I died, I wasn’t immortal and it was bound to happen some day. Even the most watered down cliches would have been better “and she died in her sleep or she died with a smile” or even the mythical/fairytale ending “and she lived happily ever after” would have sufficed even if it was a lie.

Honestly the book is a scam. The only part of my life story told in that book is the story of a girl without flaws living inside my head. Perhaps my subconscious wrote that story whilst I went about life trying to focus on the positives, learning each day to edit the negatives out of my story. What kind of story teller would I be if I couldn’t do that? Not every character slays a giant or climbs a high mountain some just hold the forte so we have somewhere nice to return to.

And whose that lady and why is she on my book cover? 

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This is supposed to be a humorous post, I had no idea where it would go or what it was about, but it’s the first thing that came to mind when I read the prompt. Care to tell me what you think?

In response to the DAILY PROMPT:  This Is Your Life.

If you could read a book containing all that has happened and will ever happen in your life, would you? If you choose to read it, you must read it cover to cover.