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Here is chapter one of the story. I don't have a name for it yet, but nonetheless, here it is.
Everyone is a hypocrite.
Kim put her pen down and looked up. She wasn’t sure what to write next. Her friend, John Furguele, was putting in CDs to fuel her inspiration.
Where did she get the idea to turn her journal entries into a book? Well, it was based on a conversation she and John had the previous day.
“Should I write a novel?” Kim asked.
“I’ve read your writings and they’re quite good for someone as young as you are,” John replied.
“I’ll write a pessimist novel then.”
So here she was. And yet she couldn’t write. She reached over and drank some water. It was as if the water gave her an idea. She would write about her life story. That would include a lot of pessimism.
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Kimberley Anselm Slovak was born on June 8, 1981 in a hospital in West Berlin, Germany. Her mother, Leah Slovak, had moved in with her brother, Michael Lindemann after getting into too many fights with her husband. Rob flew overseas when he knew his daughter was about to be born. Except back then he didn’t realize his child was a girl. They both thought their child would be a boy, so his name would have been Christian Anselm Slovak. No such luck. Rob decided on Kimberley when he realized it was a girl. A month later, Rob and Leah took their daughter to their Long Beach, Californiaapartment. The fighting ceased for a while, as both parents had to care for their daughter. But it would soon start up again until Jewel Slovak was born on November 17, 1982. In December of 1983, Leah was a 21 year old divorced mother of two. It was only because of welfare and family that she was able to get financial assistance to finish her English degree and be able to put food on the table. Various relatives took care of the girls while Leah went to school and while she wrote term papers. Rob was in the picture whenever he felt like it. He was infrequent with visits and child support, until Leah tracked him down and reported him for not paying. Rob begrudgingly sent a check for $350 every month, which allowed the girls to have better food and better clothing. It also allowed Leah to not have to be so dependent on welfare. After finally finishing her 4 year degree, she was able to get a job as an editor that would bring in enough money to rent a small house, eat anything but ramen noodles, and live in a decent neighborhood. Around this time, Rob began to get in the girls’ life more often. He would take the girls to his apartment to watch TV or just to play and be silly. It was usually at that time when he would take the girls to McDonalds or to get ice cream. Rob and Leah were friends at this point and an outsider would never know that they were actually a divorced couple since they acted like such good friends. Rob had actually grown up so he could get a job of sorts to support his two angels.
Kim didn’t remember too much about her early childhood. She vaguely remembered her parents yelling at each other so loudly the neighbors would ask them to shut up by knocking loudly on their door and yelling at them. Then she sort of remembered the one room apartment in a poor white-trash ghetto where the three girls lived after her parents divorced. She was an angry child, a child traumatized at an early age by the divorce. It would take years of natural healing before she could manage her anger more skillfully than just screaming and tearing at things on the wall and also making her sister cry. After all, it’s not like Leah could afford a professional counselor. Even as a single parent, she still tried to raise her daughters well. It’s not as if the girls were tossed around from home to home, since their home was with their mother, but different relatives definitely took care of them until Leah finished school.
I've tried fixing some of the errors that were in the other snippet. But here is another chapter, the first one, mind you. Enjoy.