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Introduction

My name is Ashley. Not that any of you will care about who I am or what I look like but I'll tell you anyways.

I'm 16 and high school is hell for me. I don't have many friends, and no one cares for my existence. I have brown hair and my body is quite average. I'm not tan, I don't have long legs like everyone else. My eyes aren't bright blue like every other girl, they are brown.

Since I have a terrible social life I can easily pass all my classes with straight A's. I get bullied a lot because i'm "weird" and if anyone talks to me then they get bullied as well so people tend to stay away from me.

I can't help how I dress, I wear what we can afford. I'm not rich, I don't have a lot of money so I can't get all the designer clothes or have all the new makeup, I can't afford to go out and get my hair and nails done. I would love to. I would love to be like all the other girls, but unfortunately you can't always get what you want.

Here's the setup. When I was born and my dad was on his way to the hospital he got into a tragic car accident. I never got to meet him. Through my years of growing up my mom was always depressed. Let's just say she isn't perfect. She got herself into bad situations got addicted to things she shouldn't.

I was practically raised by my older brother Jacob, he's 22. He ended up moving because he couldn't handle my mom and her abuse. Since she put herself into the wrong crowd, she never thinks right and she always takes everything out on me and my brother.

I was able to make friends when I was younger but only one stuck around. Her name is Taylor. She's 17, and she's well known at Albany High School. She has long blonde hair, green eyes, and she always has the cutest outfits. I don't know why she would want to talk to me? I'm quite surprised that she didn't leave like all the others.

Being in high school and not having any friends to socialize with, or being able to communicate and laugh with everyone fucking sucks. I feel so alone all the time. I hate seeing all the popular kids walk together in the hallway, but there I stand hidden behind them all.