A young girl grew up without a father. She smiled happily every day, but inside she was dying. Everywhere she looked, there was a happy, full family. A baby, mom, and dad. It was complete. They were happy. But not in her world. There was only her and her mom. 

At school, they would have father-daughter dances. The girl would always stay home. Her mom always told her that she was her "mom and dad." 

Eventually, she got curious. She wanted to know who her dad was. She walked up to her mom in her room and shifted nervously. "Mom?" The little girl asked. 

Of course the mother looked up. "Yes baby?"

"Where's my dad?" The mother's eyes widened, before they started to tear up. The little girl was eight by this time. It scarred her.

That night, when the girl laid in her mom's bed, and tried her best to keep in her small little sniffles to herself. She wanted to know, but she didn't want to make her mom cry anymore. She just wanted that empty feeling gone from her heart. 

A year later, her and her mom go to Michigan to visit family. They go to an uncle's store, and visit the mother's boyfriend. He barely gave the girl a side glance, as he leaned into the mother's car and kissed the mother. The girl just turns away, feeling left out of the family yet again. She often felt as though she must've been adopted. They stay over her aunts house, but the mom leaves the girl there and the mom goes drinking with her boyfriend. She doesn't get back until near the morning. 


A few months have passed, the girl is now getting closer to the age of 10. Her and her mom go out to the small little pondish lake they had near their house to feed the Ducks. She smiled softly as she held her mom's hand tightly. Then big news came. Her mother was pregnant. She was happy, until she wondered who the babies daddy was.

Years have passed since then, and the little girl is now a teenager, at age thirteen. She has a little sister and she has grown quite a bit. She is still that half complete girl. Even though she plays it off. She cries herself to sleep sometimes, wondering if it would be better just to kill herself. She tried to remember when it wasn't hard to not worry about who looked at her, who liked her... she constantly found awkward because she felt fat, or useless. She always felt uncomfortable. 

The summer she turned thirteen, her and her mom, and sister went out to visit her little sister's dad, and her mom's boyfriend. She hated every minute of it. Her mother was much more mean, and constantly snapping at the two children everytime the man was around. The girl hated him. He was always taking the book she was reading away from her, he was always kissing the girls mother. She hated it. Once, he smacked the girls mom's butt right in front of her. 

When she went back to school in the fall, she was constantly forgetting things. Her mother always got after her. The girl found a little chat that she would go on. She grew to like someone on there and she thought he liked her back. They dated for a bit, and she sent him a picture of herself. He deleted his chat account after. She grew angry, and sent him a hateful message. She thought he hated the way she looked. But he didn't. He broke up with her after, because of the message. She tried to get him to take her back, but she couldn't. Then he sent her friend from the chat something about never liking the girl, but instead the friend. She was heartbroken. She should have known. She should've known no one would ever like her. She honestly believed that she was no good. That night, she wrote death letters to all get friends and family, telling then how much she loved them, and how she thought this was for the best. Later, when everyone was sleeping, the girl drank bleach. She died later, hugging tightly to a giraffe her mother bought her.