I sit outside on a bench in the park. It's snowing and all around is just a white beautiful landscape. I sit there drawing it. I've always been very artistic. I like drawing, acting, singing, playing instruments, and writing. I can write everything except for songs, so whenever I sing it's just a cover of a song by one of my favorite artists. It is things like this that keep me alive. If it hadn't been for arts, I would've been long gone. I am a survivor. I am a huge fan of one direction, they are my favorite boy band ever, besides the Beatles of course. They are so real and true and can make any girl feel beautiful, they don't know me, but somehow I can tell they care. I'm seventeen. I live alone. My parents died in a fire, I was the only survivor. My grandmother didn't want me, she was so sad about the fire killing my parents, she convinced herself I was some sort of cursed child prone to accidents, so she bought me this lovely house, she pays the bills, she pays my phone bill and car bill, heck she even bought me my car. Just to stay far away from her. I can't help but feel sad watching all the families around me. I wish I had someone to spend time with that didn't think I was some sort of jinx. But no one wants anything to do with a shy new girl.

Notes

Short first chapter to kinda give you a taste of the story, whaddya think?!