A/N: Hey I kept on reading these fics that was first person of Ellie Nash and well it caught my attention and well I'm going to write my first Ellie Nash fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of Degrassi.

My life

I use to think this world use to be all good and bad. Well I just realized it's not. As I write this on a piece of notebook paper of my life and thoughts. There are going to be a lot of my dark thoughts. Wait did I already say that. Well I did didn't I? Well might as well put this page up before Mrs.Quan wants to take it out.

Truly yours,

Ellie

School day ends and I walk to my locker. The next thing I knew my boyfriend Sean Cameron walks up to me. "Hey El want to come over tonight to have some fun like a party?" I look up at him knowing the people from his gang is going to come over and drink. "Well I do have plans with Marco tonight" I say seeing his disapointed face. As you may already know Marco DelRossie is one of my best friends. I still remember the day he admitted to me he was gay and now he has someone to love, which is Paige Michalchucks' which is her older brother Dylan.

I get my stuff I need out of my locker that's in my bag I carry around with me all the time. I shut the locker and walk home to the place in which is not my home. My father is out somewhere and I want him to come back home. My mother is an alcoholic who well always tells me crying is a weakness, so I have my own way the show my pain. I basically cut my wrist open; it feels so good to me. Until Paige one of my worst enemies sees me one day in the washroom trying to end my life. Oh that was regretful day.

As I get on my street I see my home which is right in the middle on the left side of the road go to the unpleasant place I'll ever live in. When I walk in my mother is vomiting in one of the washrooms downstairs when there's alcohol bottles everywhere on the floor. I go up stairs to where my room is and shut the door and pull out my blade in which I use to cut with. I unravel my sleeve and cut a few slits on my cutted scared arm. Ah the wonderful way of showing and feeling my pain. Even though I'm suppose to wear those rubber bands to where if I want to hurt my self all I need to pop them against wrist, in which will never work.

After the cuts heal for a while I decided to take a shower and put on some new cloths and head over to Marcos to the place in which feels like an adopted family to me with open arms. The only place where I'm basically get fed. We'll I'm on my way to Marcos.

Yours truly,

Ellie Nash

A/N: So how was my first shot on this fic? Good, bad, horrible, or just plan stupid, or all the above? You pick. See that button that says review? Well click on it and tell me that's not a FLAME!!

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