"Amelia Annie Heartfelt, seventeen years of age and not looking too out of place. 

She lived alone with her mother, Theresa Heartfelt, but Theresa was almost always working instead of being with Aimee.

That was their life."

Aimee sighed as she stared at her computer, reading the words she had written, biting her lip as she erased everything again with a soft sigh. 

It wasn't good enough, she knew that. Nothing she wrote was ever good enough!

She lost herself in her head, thinking things such as; "How will I be able to survive if I can't even write a single chapter? Maybe I should just give up and become a Starbucks employee instead of an author..." and "I am pathetic! This is why I don't have any friends! Or do I have friends? Do I have friends? Is there anyone who care?"

She didn't notice her mom walk inside before Theresa spoke up, "Have you started your diary yet? You know that that might help, right?" She sighed and ran a hand through her soft blond, almost white hair.

Aimee nodded slowly and looked down, "Yeah... I just started..." She lied.

"Good, you know this is important! You need somewhere to vent..." 

"I guess..."

"Can we try to be optimistic for once, hm? Can we just... buck up just enough to see the world won't fall apart? Maybe this year we decide we're not giving up before we've tried! This year we can make a new start... " She sat down next to her daughter, moving the other's dark hair out of the way. "I have an idea! How about you go around and ask the other kids to sign in your book!"

"Okay..." She nodded, looking over at the book in question where it was laying on her ugly brown desk. It was simple and had a cute cat on it, it was completely empty though.

"I am so proud of you already!" Theresa hugged her daughter.

"Oh... alright... good..." She nodded slowly and hugged her loving mom.

Theresa sighed and stood up, "I will head out to work, be careful, okay?" 

Aimee nodded.

Theresa gave her a small smile and started to walk, sighing as she started to mumble to herself, "Another stellar conversation for the scrapbook. Another stumble as I'm reaching for the right thing to say, I'm kinda coming up empty... I can't find my way to you! Is there some kind of map?Anybody maybe happen to know how the hell to do this? I don't know if you can tell, Aimee, but this is me just pretending to know. So where's the map? I need a clue... 'Cause the scary truth is I'm flying blind and I'm making this up as I go..." She sighed as she started to drive towards the factory where she slaved away.

Johnathan Sweeney, seventeen years of old and looking like a corpse.

He was sitting with his family, eating breakfast as if they were completely normal.

Jessica sighed as she watched her son pretend to eat, "It is the first day of senior year Johnathan! You can't miss the first day! Okay?"

He just shrugged, "I told you, I will go tomorrow, it's not like I am missing anything..."

His step mother Gloria rolled her eyes, "Jess, he doesn't listen... Just look at him! He is probably high again!"

Jamie, Gloria's daughter, nodded, "He is definitely high mom..."

Johnathan glared at his 'sister', hating how she pretended that she was Jessica's daughter when she was just a pathetic parasite.

Jessica spoke up before Johnathan had time to yell at Jamie, "I don't want you to go to school high Johnny..."

"Perfect! Then I am staying home! Thank you mom!" He stood up and left before any of his family could stop him.

Jessica sighed and buried her face in her hands, "And so another masterful attempt ends in disaster..." she whispered to herself.

Gloria looked at her phone and sighed, "Crap, interstate's already jammed... Jamie we need to go so you don't get late..." She kissed the back of Jessica's head, "Good bye Jess, I will be back late tonight..." 

Jessica nodded, "Okay, good bye Glory, good bye Jaim..." She waved watching the two of them leave, leaving her around her kitchen with tears starting to fall down her cheeks.