Lucy's POV
It's been a month since I lost my father. The most surprising thing is that he was not ill he just went suddenly doing his most favourite thing-trekking. The cause is not clear but what I lament is that I had no last moment with him. He died away from home so we are just scavenging his last words moments etc. I love him a lot but guess God loves him more. I just pray he is happy there. He was very hardworking and helpful. He was same for everyone. It will take me my entire life to be like him but I will try my best. I used to cry a lot but I do not know what has come over me that I am stronger. Maybe it's papa watching over me. I cry a lot when the memory plays fresh in my mind but it refreshes me. I love you papa.
Things haven't really gotten better at school or anything. Maybe it's because I'm not like every one else....?
I have pastel green hair, I wear eyeliner that is "too thick" , I'm really skinny, I have a terrible completion, I have a lot of spots and I wear "different clothes"
It's my last year of school, I'm glad it's nearly over. I hate it. I've always hated it. I will always hate it. Sometimes it's gets too hard for me to cope with, but I carry on. Even though I don't want to...
