There once was a normal girl. She was a lot like other girls, not too big or too small. She had two parents who didn’t love each other. She was the youngest of 7 kids, 8 including her older brother who died at 2 months old. She liked normal things like singing, dancing, cartoons, and drawing pretty dresses. When she went to school, she wanted to do well and get good grades so she could have lots of money one day.

She moved from school to school, never keeping friends for long. Then, she moved to a new state where she didn’t feel comfortable expressing her opinions because many people disagreed with her. Starting middle school, she was envious of others’ lifelong friendships but knew she didn’t need friends to be successful.

In middle school, she admired many boys but lacked confidence in her looks. As she grew older, her interest in wealth diminished, and she began skipping classes to pursue activities that made her happy. In high school, she made new friends who were rude and shallow, but she didn’t rely on them for happiness.

She continued to like boys, especially one in her math class, hoping for a boyfriend. However, she struggled with her academics, leading to skipping classes and cheating. This behavior caused her deep sadness, leading to self-harm and further despair. By her sophomore year, she stopped attending school altogether, isolating herself in her room with only one remaining friend.

At the age of 16, she took her own life. While those who knew her were saddened by her loss, they eventually moved on, leaving her memory behind. Over time, history forgot about her, as she was just a normal girl.