My life is just plain horrible. It all started when my brother and sisters along with my mom, died in a fatal car accident. I was the only survivor. I had to then live with my dad, who's extremely abusive and blames their deaths on me. He is never home, either at the bar getting drunk or at work, getting drunk. When he does come home, he always beats me and calls me horrible names. I agree with him on one thing, it's my fault my parents died. I am ugly and fat and hate my life. My only escape is school, where kids bully me. Still better then dealing with my dad. Then my dad said we are moving, and I thought my life was over, until I discovered our 5 neighbors who took my life from miserable to happy.