Real Story of Isabelle "belle" Bundon - Self Analysis

Today I'm here to tell you my story, THE REAL STORY! Hi my name is Isabelle Bundon but everyone calls me Belle. I am half Mexican/half Black. Even though I am 25, when I was about 17 I had seen basically almost everything no human would have ever wanted to imagine. This story ‘aint finna be that long ‘cuz I gotta' go in like 2 hours! Now don't go thinking this is going to be one of those kind stories where I am complaining about sad I am and crap like that NO it aint that kind of party sweetie. The story I'm gonna tell is about a girl who went thru a lot but has managed to stay strong through all of it and has grown to be a beautiful successful woman.

Well it technically started when I was born because I was born & raised in North Dakota. In North Dakota there isn't ANY MEXICANS ANYWHERE! I should know I lived there for almost all my life. Even though I am half Black & half Mexican I look mostly Mexican so when people see me the first thought that usually pops into people's heads first is "Ooh look that filthy little Mexican." Instead of calling it North Dakota I feel like it should be called Home of the Sofa King, We Todd Did! I'm not gonna pretend like everyone was a complete ignoramus, there were a few nice people but other than that I really hated the people there.

The real bashing didn't start until June 7 and when I got into this horrifying car accident. Basically what happened was that my parents got really drunk at this party and they told me to drive home. I had already knew it was a bad idea because I was 14 at the time, but I knew how to drive but my parents only let me drive around the block for gymnastics practice other than that I never drove. Plus it was a really rainy night but I knew if I would have said no I would've gotten slapped in front of everyone so I just drove. … To this day I really wish I would've said no even though I would've gotten slapped someone would've asked what was going on and probably could've dropped us home and maybe my parents would still be alive now. But even though it was a disastrous car accident no one my age would have really known until this girl, Jennifer, who was supposed to my best friend went around and told everyone that I murdered my parents and killed them on purpose. Why would she do this you ask? Don't worry I asked the same thing! She only did that because I had told her 2 weeks before that that I was going to be out of town at my cousin's house in Mexico that weekend so I wouldn't make it to her birthday party. But when she saw what happened and noticed that I wasn't in Mexico I guess she felt "betrayed." And of course when I found out that she was the one who had told everyone I beat her up so bad I was put in jail for 2 months man! But all jokes a side ‘doe she deserved it, she double crossed me and made everyone believe that I was some kind