The Story Untold

Rachel

Am I really living? Am I actually where I belong? These are the questions that run through my head everyday. I'm Rachel, 16, living with my asshole of a father, my lovely step-momster, and my introvert step-brother.

When I was in 8th grade, I had the bright idea of wanting to know my dad more, and I moved out of my mom's house. Worst. Mistake. I've. Ever. Made. Let me clarify why it is such a horrible mistake, my dad doesn't want anything to do with me; he never has.

My parents divorced when I was just 6 months old. Little baby infant Rachel was so innocent and unaware of what was going on at the time of the divorce. As I grew older, I always thought it was abnormal to have two parents in one household living happily together. The thing is, it is normal to have two parents in a happy home. I've wanted nothing more than to have two parents who love me and each other, but I've learned to just go with what God has given me.

Just because I have divorced parents doesn't mean I'm not an interesting person. I find it intriguing to write and sing. Writing and singing have been a passion of mine ever since I was 3 years old. These talents of mine make me feel a million different unexplainable ways. When I'm singing or writing, it's brings me joy. It makes me feel like I can accomplish anything. Doing the things you love is just another way of dealing with all of the shit in your life.

One person that can make my day ten times better and put a smile on my face is Heather. Heather, like me, is 16, has long, blonde hair, and is beautiful. For five days, we attend a hell called Sirgewood High School. I don't think I could ever function without Heather though. I met her at church one day while we were getting baptized, and she decided to stick around after that.

Heather isn't my only friend on this planet, I just so happen to have a great group of amigos. My amazing friends are: Heather (obviously), Fredrick, Dean, Livvy, Camry, Joe, Kimberly, and Patricia. Fredrick is quite an odd fellow. He's hilarious, intelligent, creative, and adventurous, but he never opens up to anyone. Dean, Joe's best friend, is so kind and understanding. Livvy, she is soft-hearted, gentle, but she can also do some damage to you if you rub her the wrong way. Camry, loves God and is nothing but friendly to others. Kimberly, red-head, intelligent, and shows her love to others in a different way. Patricia, my first friend at Kaile, kind hearted, intelligent, and a follower of God. Last is Joe. Joe, his presence is everything to me, he's a mystery, but has a low self-esteem. If I didn't have any of these people with me today, I don't know where I'd be.

So far, Joe has been a huge factor in my life. I met him last year in show choir, and I started to have a little crush on him in October. It was then at the end of January, I knew I really liked him and that we had a connection. One of my good friends told him that he should talk to me and he did. At first, he showed little interest but as he got to know me, he was amazed at what kind of person I was. I've never met anyone as special as him. Ever.

I've always been a happy child and once I turned 13, my life went downhill. I've experienced a lot of pain throughout my 16 living years, and there were moments where I thought that life would just be better off without me. For some reason, there were a group of kids at my elementary school who decided to bully me until 7th grade.

If you are asking if I ever gave up and gave in, the answer is no. The ventures that I've been through are just something I like to look at and say, "I am who what God made me to be and He put me on this Earth for a reason." God gives His toughest battles to His strongest soldiers.

Now that you know a little about me, let's get started on my story...

-- Hey, I hope you enjoyed the intro. I should add that this is a personal story of mine, and I don't open up to just anyone. This is based on my story and my life, and most of these events are true. I might change some of these events or add to them for more effect. When I write, I put everything into it. My thoughts, feelings, words, and actions are things that makes me, me.--