In highschool, people get labeled, as soon as they walk through the doors.
Freak. Nerd. Criminal. Princess. Jock...
I was apparently labeled as "Freak, basket case, weirdo, ect."
Well, before you go judging me, let me introduce myself. My name is Allison, im 16 years old. My hair is a dark brown, and is shoulder length. Im a quiet person, I only talk when I want to, or if needed. My fashion taste is what you would think of as "dull" I mainly wear black, brown, grey clothing, sometimes an exception to white, but its never really seen. I am practically a loner, which I have no idea why. My parents ignore me all the time, I have no friends, im just better off dead. I carry the same bag around with me, every where I go. The reason to why I do, is because I have everything I would need to survive in it, in case I ever wanted to run away. Im the kind of person, who doesnt get into much trouble. But that all changed on Tuesday, January 17th, 1984.
