Everybody has memories they can never forget. From the good ones:

I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around. My braids swinging lightly behind me.

"HI! I'm Vinny." A small toddler says smiling widely. I giggle and smile at him.

"I'm Shelbie." I say in a small, cute voice. I grab a box of crayons and hold them up. "You wanna color?"

"Mhhmm." he says with a cute smile on his face, sitting next to me.

The first day of pre-school. The first day we met. After that day we held hands out to the car and were beyond excited to tell our moms about each other.

"Welcome to the studio" Jona said as I walked inside. It was my first day as a real act for Jona's company, and I was beyond excited. I watched the others dance across the floor before dropping my things and walking out to join them. I was only 10, the youngest. But once I hit the floor I knew I belonged there.

That was where I'vedanced for years now. I was lucky.

I jostled through the hallways, the first day of 7th grade. My hair was in curls that fell down to the middle of my back.

"You looking for Mr. Jones class?" A red head asks me from my right. I nod and she gestures for me to follow her.

"I'm Annie by the way." she says as we walk into the classroom and taking a seat.

"Shelbie." I say sitting down next to her.

I would have never survived that first day of school without her.

To the bad ones:

"Baby," my mom cries wrapping me in her arms. I stand shocked as I cry into my moms shoulder.

We received the phone call one afternoon, the hospital had called telling us he was gone. Dead. My dad had died.

"Shelbie you have to eat!" Vinny begs sitting next to my hospital bed.

"I don't according to Matt." I reply, the IV in my hand itched but I let it be.

"Shelbie, just please! Please don't keep killing yourself." he begs again crying into his hands. My heart breaks at his tears and I run a hand through his hair.

"I'll try, Vin. I'll try." I answer softly.

I had gotten down to 80 pounds before Vinny and Annie had forced me to take off my huge sweatshirt and show my mom how small I really was. After that I was rushed to the hospital and they tried their best to make me better.

I whimpered as he grabbed my hair and slammed me back against the wall. Tears slid down my cheek and cut through the blood that was falling from the cut on my cheek. I slapped my one last time before throwing me to the ground.

"Me and your mother would be better off without you." he growls kicking me in the ribs and getting the crack he was waiting for.

That was the 2nd time I had been to the hospital for a serious issue regarding my health. Needless to say that step-dad didn't last very long.

So you're probably wondering what happened to me after all of that. Well, I'm about to tell you, and trust me, it's not another fairytale story.