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Timothy Blalock: A Short Story
The story of me.

It was the great year of 2000 and that was the year one of the coolest guys I know was born, yours truly Timothy Blalock. I was born in 2000 at the saint tammany hospital.

It was march 29-2000, it was a cold day and my mom and dad were driving to the hospital. When they got to the hospital my mom was rushed to the E.R to give birth to me. When she gave birth to me I wasn't crying so the doctor started to whip me to get me to cry, but after three tries I still wouldn't cry. Then my mom said, “give him to me”, so the doctor handed me to her. She then started to whip me and was praying to god for me to pull through and a couple of seconds later I started to cry.

My dad, Timothy Blalock, was next to my mom, and since I was their first child my parents decided to name me after my dad. Although it took them a while to finally
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I lived in a town called Ponchatoula, and for 13 years of my life I lived there. From kindergarten to 8th grade, let's just say I wasn't the most popular kid. It started in 2nd grade I was seen as the skinny, pale, loser, and was picked on for a long time. Then it stopped one day because I was in the restroom, in 7th grade, and these kids that were bullying me tried to fight me, but I didn’t want to fight. The leader of the group punched me in the face and the other three started to jump me. I got back up and hit the bully back, my friend Eric walked in the bathroom at that point and helped me get the bullies to leave me alone. Then in 8th grade I moved to a small town named varnado. For my 9th grade year I went to Varnado, the I moved to Pine for the other half of 9th grade and half of 10th, then I moved to franklinton for the other half of 10th, and then to Bogalusa for my junior year. Then I had to move to a whole different state because of family issues. So the other half of my junior year I moved into my dad's house and went to Heber Springs to finish the rest of my school

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