My name is Lola. I'm 5'5, 105 pounds and have just moved to Rochdale. I look like your average 16 year old girl. I'm beginning year 12 at Waterloo Road tomorrow. I don't know how i feel. I've heard a lot of things about that school, I just want to keep my head down and be invisible. That's how i've always been. I didn't want to move from London. I was happy there. Well as happy as i could be. You see I've never got on with my family. Well it's not really a family. It's just me and Dad. Mum died when i was 6. Dad never moved on. He's always blamed me. She was going out to get me some cereal at the time. I remember we'd run out and I told her I would be fine with toast, but she insisted, the shop was only round the corner. Mum always loved helping people. She got hit by a car on the way there, apparently she died on impact, but that doesn't really make me feel any better. She looked a lot like me, or so I'm told. Dad got rid of all the pictures, says the memories hurt too much. I think that's why he gets so angry sometimes, i remind him of mum. We both share the same long straight brown hair, right down to our lower backs. She had deep green eyes like me, i miss her a lot. I'm scared about starting school, i just wish we could go back to normal. I wish i could be a better daughter, maybe then dad would love me.