Don't Save Me

: I used to be happy. Now before you close this and discard it as some teenage melodramatic meltdown on paper, just set aside your cynicalism and listen to me. I used to be happy. Didn’t we all? Don’t you remember that wonderful, blissful innocence our childhood offered us? We hid under it like a blanket from the cold storm of harsh reality. And when the world finally decided we were too old to live under its protection any longer it tore the security away from our grasping hands and threw us into the bitterness. Because of the suddenness we become bitter ourselves and thus teenage angst is born. So do not disregard me because of my age or lack of uniqueness. My story is worthy of being heard, my life is worthy of recognition. Valerire Moore used to be happy. She was a good daughter, a great student, and an amazing dancer. But then, the night of her high school graduation, everything turned upside down. A year later Valerie, or "V" as people now call her, hasn't said a word to her family, declined her college scholarships, and hasn't stepped foot on the dance floor. All it took to change her world was one night, maybe that's all it will take to change again.