It was like a dog without a name or a fish without water; it's a feeling you want to go away, but sticks and sticks like glue on paper. You try to pull it off, but it just ends up tearing. Tearing through everything that you have worked to make right. A young girl, Christine by name, walks this shadow everyday. People point and laugh as she walks down the halls, they don't see the …showed first 75 words of 1991 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1991 total…one cares" and "No one would notice if I did this." with this thought in mind, it made the decision easier for Christine to pull the trigger. She screamed at the top of her lungs, looked up to heaven and said, "I don't belong with you God. I'm a despicable human being who belongs in Hell." She closed her eyes and placed the gun at her head, pulled the trigger and there it would end.