Hey! It's Anna, I'm 16, alone, depressed, and I live with my aunt because my parents died...what in the world could get any worse?
Wondering why I'm here? Yeah me too.
BUT hey...I have a good sorry for you. I wish it was a fantasy or a horror story...trust me, I really wish that it was, but life isn't really fair I suppose. So, here goes...
To say I had many friends was just a joke. I had never really been great at the whole "making friends" thing. They sorta just came to me...which was great on my part, so that I didn't have to do any of that "talking to people I didn't know" nonsense...
Don't get me wrong, of course I have friends, in fact I have quite a few...but not really enough to call "many". There was Jacob, the fun, outgoing, witty nerd boy...then there was Kenzie, the not so smart, yet very sweet girl that (might I say) quite a few guys fancied. And Lanie, the adorable, fun, loving, simply poetic "lady".
Yeah...those are my friends. My only ones at that. But hey, there's nothing wrong with having only three friends, as long as they are true and sincere friends, then there is nothing wrong with only three...and now that I'm thinking about it, I'm quite lucky to have THREE of those goof-balls!
I've had a pretty rough life, and some really shady people to mess it up even more. But I suppose I can make the best of it (which isn't much at all), I mean that's how I've been getting by all these years. My Aunt Jen is super cool, and she like totally gets me, but sometimes just having an Aunt is not good enough.
Lanie and Kenzie were over at our house, 6 out of the 7 days in a week, but we didn't really mind. Our house was so quite that it was deafening, so we needed something to keep it alive. So there you have it...my life in a nutshell!
The. End.
Psyche! I had you for a second didn't I?
Nah, my story isn't even begun yet! That was just preparing you for all that you are about to take in...so go ahead...READ...NOW!
