She's been alone for as long as she could remember. Her mother had her step-father, her brothers had each other, she only had herself. She'd play dolls by herself, sit by berself, she even talked to herself. She was alone for so long, she made more than enough imaginary friends, being alone for so long impacted her life greatly.

  At the age of twelve, she began to develop depression, she felt as if nobody knew what she was really like, like nobody actually cared about how she felt so she put on a brave face and went about her way. But depression struck her had when she felt as if she was actually getting better. She felt as if she couldn't take the emotional pain which felt physical at one point, so she began to mutilate herself. This went on for a few more months until someone noticed the scars on her left wrist, she got help but it didn't really help, the depression was still there, it lasted through out all of her years of middle schools.

  But then when she entered high school, she met six new people, all amazing in their own way. All of them understood her, they were all one in the same, loud, intelligent, and always happy and laughing. They made her feel less alone, she actually felt wanted and loved for the first time in a long time. She never knew how much she could mean to a few people till she met them. None of them were perfect but they were all special in their own way, there was a joker, a princess, an independent, a brain, a sweetheart, and a pretty boy, then there was her, the basket case. Now that she thinks about it, she wouldn't change a thing.