my name is Dominique Combeau and what you are about to read is some kind of autobiography…and obviously, it has been written by me.
I know it doesn’t have anything to do with this year at school, but you’ll get to know who I really am.

Like I said before, I am Dominique Combeau, a teen.ager who, according to her English teacher, is just a rebellious girl who tries to think differently from all the people, without realizing that by doing that, I’m just being and acting exactly the same way as “they” are. Remember, that’s what my teacher says, not what really happens.

I was born on December 25th in 1990; what a painful little Christmas gift for my mom ha? Well, while time passed she realized that I’ve been the greatest gift she has ever had. Jeje just kidding! When I was 3 my dad left the house and my life without a father then started. I really don’t miss him, so please don’t be sorry for me…and I have already got used to live without any paternal figure at my side. When I turned 4, we came here to Cali and started a normal routine life.

I was desperate without friends, and mom, who by the way is called Maria Clara, decided that I needed a school. And the one she picked was Jefferson school, which hired Jeremy Stendall who’s my English teacher and who’s making me write this.
While time passed and I was becoming older and more “mature” my life was exactly the same as every kid’s life: perfect….perfectly boring and routine. But I liked it! Just before my 14th birthday, I started to realize that life can be fun too with a little bit of disorganization and without routines. So i started changing and here i am...happy!

I’m acting weirdly now, estrange! But, although people say nothing makes me different, i feel different, i have different thoughts than everyone else and i get along with people who get along with me and i’m not the best student...but i do fine! I like writing, i like people, and what i really like, is the fact that you got to this point of my writing.

I want to make it clear that the fact of acting or thinking differently from other people does not make me think that i am more mature than them. Who knows! Maybe i’m acting silly or being immature; but as I’ve already said before: i like it! I enjoy it!
am i different? Ok; here comes the hard part of the writing, the explanation.
I take life as if it were a game; and i just hate routines. I don’t care about what people think of me and grown ups (most of them, not all) are better to have a conversation with than people or friends my age, you’ll say that’s everything every teen-ager says, but right now, the only thing i care about, is me, liking myself and enjoying the way i act and response to things.


The big question now is: am i really different? Or am i just another brick on the wall?
Once a really good teacher of mine told me: “ even a simple brick is important! If it is removed, the wall is weakened. Of course, being a column is even more supporting to the wall...”