She was just an average girl, she always wore a smile. When she was just a little she was always cheerful and happy, but then she got older, everything and everyone was getting colder. She would walk through the hallways getting bumped into lockers, called names. She couldn't do anything without some one laughing. She was used to this, this was her regular school routine. She went home to tell her mother about the problems she had been having at school, All her mother did was brush it off. Every night she goes to her bedroom, slits her wrists and watches the blood drip to the floor, feeling numb all over in side. Then summer came by all she wore was long sleeves, cause the cuts on her wrists were bleeding through. A fake smile burned into her face, as she walked away with grace. At school during lunch she alone she always sat, and if some one were to notice she would blame the cat. But she knew herself, those cuts on her wrists were no mistake and there was noone who cared enough to save her from this self-hate. Going home with tears rolling down her face. She only had one thing to do next. She looked at the mirrior with her tear-stained face, knowing exactly what she was goona do, as she slowly made her way to the kitchen.
She was sitting at a table writing a letter to her mom....She stood on the chair and tied a rope around her neck, looked out towards the moon, thinking to herself she will be happy soon. The chair fell down as she took her last breath, it was all over all gone, now she's finally going some where happy. Her mom walked in she dropped everything in her hands and gasped in tears. She saw the note on the table, and started to read it out loud.
"Im a disgrace, i was misplaced, born in the wrong time and the wrong place, I wasn't need here with this awful race.Every night I had tears roll down my face."
The next day, her mother reported to the school the incident, then the princepal told the school bout the accident. Now everyone gathered around her grave.She was dressed al in white, just like the beautiful angel that she was born to be. Now everyone is saying prays and how much she meant to them...Now that she's dead, finally people care. At last they stopped making fun of her hair. She was looking down from the clouds, thinking to herself, I'm glad I left, then turned away from the scene with a smile on her face. She will never resurface to the base. The next day her mother was going to her court case.
