Everyone has their own little, glimmer, of hope. Not me. Good old 16 year old Katherine Jones never got her own cheesy happy ending, to anything. I was just some old washed up failure in the tenth grade. My grades were shit and so were my parents, the only difference between those two was that my grades weren't getting divorced. My whole life story is just crap. There is no little glimmer of hope for me, just a small dark room of pain and old memories of throwing up in my old schools when I got humiliated. I never expected just something (or someone) to come and fix my entire life. Then there was the morning I will not forget. That glorious morning where triumph was to small of a feeling for me. I was not feeling triumph that day, I felt something more... redemption. The day was March 26, 2015, I had woken up from the hot vomit provoking sunlight shining on my eyes. I sat up pissed and thinking of going back to sleep, but then at that moment, I did something I hadn't done for 12 years. I looked at the sun, and I smiled.
