On my shoulders I carry the burden of grief everyday. I know they died for a noble cause so I can never hold that against them. Blindly, people look on as I deceive them with my constant cheeriness so I never seem pitiful as I never want others sympathy. In one month of grief, no one's emotional scars can heal that quickly, especially when someone close dies.
" Always walk with a smile on your face no matter how great your troubles are." These words are engraved into my mind so I never will forget. To respect their memory I must live by these words. I don't want to feel miserable for the rest of my life either. All I want is to fit in and find somewhere I belong.
However, once meeting 7... how should I put it... 7 unusual individuals, my life took a turn to the unexpected.