who am I?

So right now, as I am sitting on my chair at my little desk by my bed. I am thinking of what has happen to me. I used to be this nice girl who no one ever to be with. I was alway the quiet and not spoken for. I could not do anything with out being judge from people in my family and their friends. I would walk to the bus stop late so I did not have to stay there for long and get things stuck in my hair. People would stand and throw things and I would spend most of the morning from when I got to school. I would hide out in our downstairs of our old house so my dad's mom would not say anything to me and I would not say anything back. I would take the vebral abuse from my sister (that's right mom, Rachael is not that prefect little angel you think she is) so there for making me run and hide at the friend's house during the summer so I did not have to deal with that. I would spend my whole childhood in a hole if i had to. When I learned of my friend's death back in April 2005, I was hurt and upset and vow to make her proud of me by finishing what I started and not backing down from anyone or anything. I would finish my projects.