This is based on a true story. The history between the characters' anyways. Please R and R.

I was born in the rush of New York City, you know where the Ripley's Believe it or Not museum and Broadway is? My parents told me that the hospital was Bayley Seton Hospital, they also told me I was a miracle the moment they saw me; that was a lie. Who says that my whole life is a lie? I mean, why should I think otherwise? My parents were terrible to me, or at least that is how I see it. I am what you would call a troubled child; my parents call me other names too. I am a good kid, you see? I do well in school; I have good friends, and even a boyfriend. I am the life of the party when at my friend's houses, but when I am at my house, let's just say I am the opposite.

Parents say that they care about you and love you and a whole bunch of crap that they try to feed you. I see straight threw my parents crap. They don't even try anymore. I don't either. I see the word love as a term that you tell someone so they will shut up, I mean, love is but a word, right? I always thought it like that until I really found out what love was. I fell in love, and I fell pretty hard. He changed me and I changed him. We were two kids in the need of a healing touch, a life saving look, a heart burning love. That is what happened and karma also hit me. Bad. Here is the story of how I found out about love.