I was hit by a car the first day of grade four. I was walking to my aunt’s house and the sun was setting earlier because it was fall, and a guy who lived in town, a family friend – he was going too fast and he hit me at like 70. I did a somersault over the top of his car, I hit the pavement, fractured my jaw, and gave myself neck and back problems. I still have a little scar to prove it. And then, I don’t remember this, but what spectators said is when I hit the pavement I stood up and I walked to a ditch and collapsed. I guess it was just the instinct that being on the road wasn’t a safe place. My body just did that and I don’t remember. My family didn’t press charges of course. It wasn’t intentional at all – he felt so bad.

I had friends in Hish School, not too many though. I was away a lot. I’d go to places like Tokyo, Paris, NYC, LA. Not only was I travelling, but I was working as a professional model. I think it was a little hard for some people to understand. They thought I would be stuck up or conceited, but I wasn’t. My family would never allow it! There was one girl, we were friends in elementary school, and as we grew up I started modeling and traveling and we sort of drifted apart. It got kind of nasty. She wasn’t very nice to me at all. She kind of threatened to kill me. Not kind of, she did actually. The principal was called, my mother got involved. The whole school found out. I think the embarrassment of doing something like that was punishment enough.

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