p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"Cheslie Wentz wasn't like the other girls. I mean there were the popular girls but she hated them; hell, Cheslie would rather die than spend the rest of her time in high school with those bitches. And then there were the other girls, who Cheslie figured she would belong with the most. Those girls would spend their free time studying, playing some sort of games on their DS's and watching shows. Yeah some of them would pick up a book or two but they mostly just derp-ed around. To them Cheslie didn't show many negative emotions. None, actually. Which was one of her main rules. To avoid showing negative emotions in public. There were another group of girls Cheslie used to spend her time with. Those were the only people who truly ever saw her in negative emotions, but even in front of them she tried to keep a smile on her face. That smile was mostly fake, and Cheslie hated that fact but to keep up her rule she had decided a long time ago that fake smiling wasn't that bad. Basically there wasn't anyone really who Cheslie could turn to and talk to about stuff that really bothered her. What she mostly did was what she was good at; stuff it inside of her, silently cry herself to sleep (if it was necessary) and fake smile. Knowing from stories and her own experience she knew that keeping all negative emotions stuff inside yourself would only lead to depression she had to get it out somehow. That is why she painted/drew (horrible but who cared? It was her painting), wrote (also rather bad but that didn't stop her one bit), listened to music, watched and fangirled about her favorite TV shows and books, and read. But one step at a time. /p