DNA CODING

My name is Mea Jene, I was born in a small town unknown to any living person. I was raise to adumbrate where I was born and what my true age was. Hiding in concealment was my best ability. Noone would truely know who I was, I truely had no idea of my origin. My idea of fun was doing contemptible things only knowing that it was wrong. I try to figure my bona fide identity by trying out different things. For example:1) Did I enjoy the taste of ice cream2) What were my favorite books3) And what were my best comrades namesI blinked several time in my household, trying to figure out if this is were I truely reside. I dreamt every night that my name was Veronica and I was born in Vegas, and I enjoyed things from ice cream to books, to even knowing my best friends names. But I always woke up when I wanted to learn my true birthplace. I sweated out my fear and repeated the images I saw from my dreams. My dreams felt so vivid and real like I can almost touch my identity, but I could never truely grasp it. I wanted to push my tears back, I didn't even know my true weakness. I had family that I knew deep down inside were my step family, not even apart of I could be. My "aunts" would smother with love and clothes, my lola would spoil me clothes only the best from Japan. But they knew I was not their own, and I knew in my heart they weren't my blood. My 17th birthday was nothing to my family, except for one boy named AJ who brought me hot chocolate on May 29 and wrapped a blanket around me to keep me warm. He had a gentle smile and I was jealous that he knew who he was.Searching for my identity I found out that I couldn't even know how to be outgoing, I tried but somehow I made everything awkard to most people. I didn't even know how to love the real me. But I loved the Veronica, but i never truely loved Mea Jene. When I was a kid I spent some of my days fighting with my sibilings and crying because I was the black sheep. I pictured Mea Jene to be wonderful and have a great life where she would be somehow loved. Mea Jene is my name, its the real me, but I didn't even know who she was. I loved Veronica, but did I really want to accept the fake identity. I wanted to be Mea and grow up knowing that was my real name, instead of taking up a fake name. My friends all know Veronica but they have no idea of Mea, they never meet her. Where was she born? Is her true age 17? Does she like purple or black? Was I born in America or somewhere else? Who knows Ill never crack Mea Jene's code