Jessica is a special girl. She had a gift, that no one else in the universe had. The gift of art. She confided her feelings into her sketchbook, and even talk, smile, frown or cry when she drew. People thought she was crazy though. Nobody wanted to hang out with someone who seemed crazy everytime she drew. But they did not know what was in this book. They did not WANT to know. Because of that Jessica was alone. She smiled less, and frowned and cried more. She felt like she did not fit in. Like she was not destined to have friends. But. She wanted friends. She did not want to be alone. Alone. By herself.