A small girl about the age of fifteen sat on a lawn chair. She stared out to the ocean from her backyard, as she often did. At school she was an outcast with no friends. At her age no one excepted differences. When she was little, she thought ever child went through the pain and torment she did. By age eight, she realized that was not so. She suffered on her own. It wasn't as if, her parents didn't care. They gave her everything she wanted, but they just didn't understand. No one understood her, then again,no one ever took the chance. That was until the day her whole would. For the better like she thought? Or the worst?
