My mother fell pregnant on the 15th march 2000, birthed me into this world of strangers on the 23rd December 2000. Oh; my name's Jayme, not exactly the happiest person ever but, I seem to make others happy.
I don't understand many things. Ive been an emotional state recently, my father died during an operation. It's pretty complicated, I guess it's hard to take in. I mean, I'm sixteen gonna be seventeen in about nine months. Girls get pretty emotional over deaths. My mother's been trying to cope. I'm trying to be there, my mother cries herself to sleep. I just stay up reading or writing stories, it's kinda what I do now. I have no other way to express myself.
School is just another thing, it's alright. I just don't feel like I belong there. Everyone's so judgemental. This isn't one of them stories where I get bullied because I don't have a dad or anything. Yeah, that's pretty cold to bully someone because of that, all bullying is cold. My story is unique, different, extraordinary however, it has a hint of sadness.
Well, I'm that girl who's not 'ordinary' I go my own way. There's these girls with the latest gadgets; there's me with a pencil and paper. I don't need the media to be happy. Girls like to be popular, I like to be alone.
When I'm in public I'm awkward but I manage to keep my cool. People smile at me all the time. My mum thinks I have the power to make people happy. Crazy, right?
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I aim to please
AdventureHer life on the rocks, a young person she can make any person happy just by pointing at them.
