My Story

The Beginning

I'm Janice. I'm 5'9" and 145 pounds. At the moment i have long blonde/brown hair(it was originally a mousey brown color). I have bright emerald green eyes that change with my mood. On the surface i seem like a perfectly normal and happy teenager. I have everything i need. I have clothes, food, a bed, apple products. Anything a teenager could need. But thats just the surface.

When i was little life seemed perfect. I had 3 older sisters, a mom and dad, and loving grandparents. But as i grew up i realized that maybe it wasn't quite a great as i taught. My sisters were, well, sisters. My parents started to fight a lot. About things i knew nothing about. I was about 6 at the time. I had just started school. For the most part it was okay. But at that age when your homework consists of coloring between the lines isn't everything just okay? I had one friend who id been with since kindergarden. His name was Doc. He was nice to me and we were also the only Chatham kids who went to Deborahs Daycare. So we just kinda stuck together. Once we got to 1st grade we started going to Chatham Elementary. The kids were harsh. Doc fit in right away though. Finding a group of boys that he's still friends with to this day. I, on the other hand, had no such luck. The girls were mean and all the boys thought i had couties. Doc and i stopped being so close at that point. I eventually found some "friends" but they weren't very nice. They made me feel important though. I eventually learned that them making me feel important was really just them using me for things i had. 2nd grade wasn't much different. It wasn't until 7th grade that i found people i fit in with. At that point Docs parents had gotten divorced and he was home schooled. We stopped talking.