My name wasn't always Giggles.

I mean, what kind of idiot names their KID, GIGGLES? It's so weird.

And I wasn't always so happy, dating Tanner, and wearing that fringey bikini. I was depressed and in serious need of help.

This is my story.

_Giggles_

I walked out of Big Mama's with my arm almost ripped apart.

I had just gotten into a huge fight with Lela from the bikers. I had started the fight because I needed to get my anger out. Lela got a twisted ankle and a bloody nose. I was lucky, I suppose. My arm only got scratched up.

I wiped the blood off on my long, silky golden hair as I walked to the beach. Nobody was there, lucky for me. I darted behind a boulder and lie down. Let them search for me. I wouldn't care.

"Ella! Ella!" I heard them calling my name. I buried my head in my arms. Why couldn't I just disappear? I didn't want or need any of those people. I hated them. Leave me alone.

I got an evil idea.

I took off my denim jacket a wiped some of my blood on it. Then I tossed it on top of the boulder and gave a shriek. Lastly I dove into the salty water.

I heard Seacat, Tanner, Rascal and KiKi dash down the beach to where I was, but by now I was forty yards away, just a head bobbing in the water. I watched them scream over my jacket, and then I saw Rascal scanning the water. I took a deep breath and immersed myself in he salty blue water.