Prologue: Mikayraylynn

Hey there fellow bloggers. My name is Mickenzie K. Brock. I am going to start this out by describing a little bit about myself and how I came about the miraculous world. What many don’t know is what the “K” in my name stands for Kaitlynn. My mother wanted to name me Mikayraylynn Kaitlynn-Marie Brock and for short people would call me Mickey. Worst name ever. My great grandma Maxine was called Mickey for short and my mom wanted to keep it in the family I suppose. My dad didn’t agree with the completely jumbled up name and wanted to name me Mickenzie. My mom still wanted to find a way to have that nickname come about so instead of spelling my name Mac or Mc she decided on Mick. I must say growing up I hated my name because my last name is a first name and my first name is a last name so on the days we had a substitute teacher and they’ll call out for a Brock Mickenzie and a little girl yells “here!” they become a little surprised. Later on down the road I asked my mom again why she spelled my name like that and she always told me the same story but little did I know that my great grandma Maxine wasn’t really happy with her name either. My great grandma’s name was really Chlola Maxine Reece. I never thought I could ever hear a name as bad as mine until I heard about that. My grandma was a pretty lady but had nothing but an ugly name. After hearing about that story I started to appreciate my name a little more.

My parents became divorced when I was only six years old with two older brothers. Not long after my mom re-married to a man with two children of his own and then my dad re-married to a women with four more children. I’ve always been the middle man when it came to all my siblings because I was always so quiet and nice but I also kept to myself. At my mom’s I was the oldest girl and at my dad’s I was the youngest of everyone.  Growing up I had it a little rough. My parents were constantly fighting over my brother but not for all the right reasons. My step mom pushed my dad to fight for us because she and my mom resent each other so much and all she wanted to do was rub us in her face. My mom wanted custody of my brother and I because she could start getting child support on us. There is a big difference between my step parents. My step dad always supported my mom no matter what but he kept out of the fight for it was technically none of his concern. My step monster, oh sorry, Step mother, liked getting in to everyone’s business and getting under my mom’s skin as much as she could. Going in and out of court all my life and growing up with two different families who were complete opposites really defined why I am the person I am today.