I couldn't help being named Briann. You see my dad always wanted a son named Brian. When I was born, he was forced to compromise. But compromising was never one of my father's strong suits. So he added an extra "n" and I became Briann. We never thought that Brian I have such similar names would cause a problem. My family knew the Littrell's. We attended the same church. Everyone figured that since Brian was a year older than me that everything would be fine. The teachers would have no reason to get us mixed up because Brian would be a year ahead of me. But then Brian got sick and his parents decided to hold him back in first grade because he had missed so much school. My parents wanted to hold me back in kindergarten so there wouldn't be any competition between us, but the teachers feared holding me back would cause more harm than good. So I was promoted to first grade. And as luck would have it, Brian and I ended up in the same first grade class.

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