"Carry on, you won't miss me when I'm gone
Won't hear the phone ring
You won't hear me sing
Yeah I'm guilty, guilty of everything
I'll run away
Cause I've gotta find a place where you won't know me
I wanna go so far"

I hate my name. Who ever heard of the name 'Amara' anyways? What language was it from? And how in the world does it fit in as 'Amara Irene Baines'. My parents told me it means 'Forever beautiful, peace, and thin as bones.' Nice. They told me that it matches me physically and mentally. So I'm beautiful, peaceful, and anorexic? Nice mom and dad, nice.

So I guess the 'thin as bones' comes from three years of middle school color guard, one season of marching band, nine years of baton twirling, four years of field hockey, three years of Volleyball, and one year of Lacrosse at the Redwood junior high and Saratoga senior high school. Yeah, I have a busy life.

I live in Saratoga, California with my mother. I have no siblings. I have a beach house in Santa Clara Beach that I go to every other weekend. I go to my dads' house any time I have a break at school, or I don't have anything going on during a period in between a weekend and a week over summer vacation, or I'm not at the beach. It's tough to see my dad. He lives in Scottsdale, Arizona. He's planning on living closer, to maybe Monte Sereno, California.

I have a dog at my mom's house, she's a Pomeranian and American Eskimo mix. Her name is Bella, it means Beauty. She's only half a year old. At my dad's house I have a Jackaranian. He's a Jack Russell Terrier and Pomeranian mix. His name is Alpha since he feels like he owns us. He's a year and a half old. Yeah, my family likes Pomeranians. Well, I do. I picked them both out. But also at my dad's house I have a two and a half year old female American Bobtail. Her name is Sassy. When my parents were together, we had an American Shorthair until he died. His name was Floyd, I was five years old when I picked him out. He was seven when he died, which was six years ago. My family separated when I was eight. He came with me and my mom, she actually won custody over me until my dad became clean of alcohol when I was ten, and since then they have equal custody over me.

And here we are now.

I am American and German. I am tan enough to look Hawaiian or American-Indian, however. I have ice blue eyes and a dark henna red hair with natural brown highlights. My parents won't let me dye my hair or get any other piercing besides my lobes and my left cartilage. They won't let me get a tattoo at all, so at least they agree on a couple of things, right?

My best friend, the one who kept me sane when all of the drama in my family was happening. Karah Drury, she plays flute and is in marching band with me. I've known her for eleven years. We've been close ever since we met. She's a blonde literally and metaphorically and she has the pretties brown eyes I've ever seen in my life. They look just like chocolate diamonds.

She's trying to convince me to go to the Summer Vacation Pool Party with her next Friday. She told me we're going shopping, I love shopping. But she didn't tell me what we were shopping for. We bought summer dresses and bathing suits for the party. So now I "have to go". Oh well, I'll look cute, I guess.

I bought a strapless white dress with a plain purple ribbon around the waist and it comes down to my femur bone, or my quadriceps area with a floral pattern around the bottom of the dress. My swim suit was a neon green bikini top and a neon green zebra pattern swim-skirt. I'm not sure how I'll be; I'm so insecure about my body…