I, Jane Clary Roberts 17 years of age. Simply say that my life sucks. My Mother Soverine Roberts had been dead. She was said to be very ill when my little sister was born, my sister Hadley Roberts currently 9 year old had been alive, but sadly my Mother hadn't survived. My Brother Bill Roberts was born 3 years ahead of me. My Father Thomas Roberts, had been a good father, but still silently mourning of our dead mother. I'm still an 11th Grader, which means I'd spend one more year in an unbelievably boring school. But then all of that had change when I met a boy in my class, I didn't know then that my life was still going to unfold.