Lacey was a confused, awkward, odd, sixteen year old girl. She lived in a small town that most people don't know about in northern Ohio. She was known for being in a certain "clique", but that's not the truth. You see, she got around, not in the disgusting way of course, but she knew others outside of her so called "clique". What she hated the most was getting strange stares from others when she talked to someone. She was being controlled by these people, the ones she considered her "puppeteers". Little did the puppeteers know, was she would later on be able to control them. One of Lacey's favorite things was silence. She could do anything; cry, cut, attempt to sleep. It was her blank canvas that she used to create different shades of sketches. Another thing useful to know is that she was an only child and that her parents had divorced when she was two. The divorce didn't really change her at the moment, but later on she realized that not having a strong, central relationship to look up to would damage her social skills.
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Sleepless Crying
Randomhow are you supposed to fit in when you're different from everyone else? well that's just the thing, we all are.
