Hi my name is lacey, well that's not my real name. That's what people would call me.... If I knew anyone. The only contact I have with the human race was going to the stores, but no one was interested in my dirty clothes, or my ability to look like a hobo. I basically am anyways. And if anyone is interested enough to know my name, it's just me, Lacey. That's the name one the police officers gave me, to help me after what had happened. He is the only one that knows about my case, everyone else I have to be careful about. So I guess I do know someone but not the kind of person that 17-year-old girls should know. My old name and life was left behind when my mother was. Dead, in the house, because of him. It's a really long story.

This story is about a teenager girl who discovers a sour truth about herself and her family on her 13th B-day. She's trying her best to digest the truth but will she be able to? For a girl who does not believe in myths, dreams , or even god. Will she find someone to help her out to find what's happening? Check it out....