All she ever wanted was to fit in.

She didn't want to stand out.

She wanted to be comfortable in her own skin.

She wanted to be noticed without having to shout.

All she wanted was to be understood.

She wanted people to get her temper and humor.

She wanted people to understand that she's not only bad, but she's good.

She didn't want people to believe one stupid rumor.

All she wanted was to just keep trying.

She didn't want to give up.

But it wasn't long until she got sick of crying.

It wasn't long until she had enough.

All she wanted was for the pain to end.

And all she needed was a friend. 

C.V.

a/n: I'll post a couple more tonight then hopefully write more tomorrow (: