I grew up unable to walk, hence the wheelchair. Something happened either before I was born or shortly afterward that severed the nerves from just above my bellybutton, paralyzing me from there down. This, of course, means that my family, both immediate and extended, are always looking out for me.

I was homeschooled ever since an incident in kindergarten that I don't remember. I just remember feeling really confused and hurt at something, and my mom didn't take that too well. Because of being homeschooled though, I'm actually above my grade level by a year, my parents not wanting me to get too far ahead.

One thing I'm glad my parents did was sign me up for Girl Scouts. I've had loads of fun, even if I'm not the most open person, and have made a few friends. I just love everything about it, especially camping. I've already gotten my Gold Star, considering I don't actually have all that much to do in my free time.

I'm sort of quiet and shy, which really explains my lack of friends, but I also can't stand being pitied. People see me and their eyes just go all funky, and I know that they're feeling sorry for me. It's nice, but I hate it. I'm not a victim of some horrible tragedy; there are lots of people who have it worse than I do. Typically, I like helping people and being kind, though I have a few pet peeves that get me angry like nothing else.

Honestly, I just tend to keep myself company. It's better than having people be all awkward around you and stuff, but it's also the only company I knew for a really long time. Not to mention the fact that I'm awful with people. I just don't get them. I can understand pity because I see it everyday, but rage, hatred, etc., I just don't get. They don't make any sense at all.

I was never the popular kid in school. In fact I was the kid everyone picked on. This is one of the main reasons why I shy away from most people. My parents aren't the best people either. My mother always nags me for everything and my father never listens to me.

My only true friend moved to a different state so we don't talk now. Before my friend let they made me a doll to keep me company and be my new "best friend". I an a kind and caring girl despite being picked on and bullied. I knows there is good in everyone and try to show kindness to those who have been hurt or require assistance.

One time, I had had a "boyfriend". I had thought that this person would be nice to me and be there if I needed him. Oh, I was dead wrong. The only thing this person was was a complete scumbag. He had thought that I would be free game to try and get laid. He was dead wrong. I had defended myself and run home crying after the boy had tried to rape me. This boy now sits in a jail cell. I was almost pushed to the point of never talking again after that. I am recovering and am enjoying many conversations with my doll.