Foreword
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Most memoirs are on how people survived. How one person coped with something so serious, and still gained success in life. Their stories inspired many people to be better, to appreciate what they have and see life in a new perspective. Their bravery of going through those painful memories made people see some of the most terrible acts in the world. It gave readers a sense of sympathy, pity, and strength.
This is a story about how I survived as a person. I’m now fourteen and in high school. A place where I believe my dreams would start to come together. But it’s not always easy. While most kids have it harder, with poverty, war, lack of education; it was hard to be me from the very beginning. I felt like I had a mask for every occasion. I put one on specifically designed for each person I had to deal with in my life. Either with a purpose to please or to fight. I wasn’t being myself for anyone.
Traumatic things can happen to anyone and they can come in all shapes and sizes. I lost a lot in my life. I went through alot in my life. From family losses and expectations, to bullying, and loss of trust in myself as well in other people. I’m happy now. Don’t feel pity for me, because I’m better now. You might find out that it is you I’m describing in this story. If you see yourself in this story, know that I forgive you and that you have changed in many good ways.
This was originally going to be a story on how bullying, peer pressure, and other teenage dramas can harm a person mentally. But it’s also about my strange beliefs and ways, I would cope. The things I did as child to help were strange and I still wonder today if the people I met or the things I saw were real or not. Maybe they are. And I still get glimpses of those things today. The red eyed man still shows up in the strangest of ways and I no longer fear him. I still try to speak to the wind and learn everything I can. I want to experience things and live my life to it’s fullest. Because I only get one.
This is a story that tells the audience of my tale as the girl with no name. That we all have no true name as much as we hate to admit it. Most fear those who are different or strange, like I was, other avoid it. It’s part of human nature. I’m strange and I know it. This novel shows how being strange is a good thing and that we need strange. This novel is my voice for peace, happiness, and love.
