There once was a girl name Lucy she wasn’t like other girls she was different but different in ways no one could understand except for her friend John. when she had problems she would go talk to john. Lucy had a home and family and friends that loved her. Her friends never knew what Lucy was really going through but she would hold her head high an let nothing bother her. that would help her get through the day. Lucy would go to school an then come home to a mad house and hated it.
whyy?? she asked why is it always me coming home to a madhouse, and why doesn't anyone understand me..
