The Birth of Celina Knight

I didn't ask to be born, but the government thought otherwise.

My mother - my birth giver - left weeks after my birth. So, it was just Dad and me. He liked to drink but wasn't mean; he tolerated my existence.

Every year or two, we moved. Dad would always start a new job, and I was placed in a new school.

At each school, the other kids saw something in me they hated.

"Why are you so monotone?"

"Loser."

"You're so weird and ugly, even your mom didn't want you."

Being bullied relentlessly, pushed and slapped in locker rooms, and having my things stolen, were my normal. Teachers and administrators were no help.

Last year, Dad found another job - and a companion. So, he sent me to the Motor City to live with Grandpa.