I woke up like I did every night. Crying and sweating. The reoccurring nightmares were only the beginning of my problems as I grew up. They always started like a fairytale but as I got to the part where I needed him the most he vanished. POOF! He was gone from me. I would run around in a ball gown trying to find him. As I ran I became smaller and smaller and the place I was at would start to turn into the street I lived on. I would always look down no matter how hard I tried, and believe me I tried. And I would see 5 year old me running after a blue corolla. The tears running down my face. In my dream I even had the same clothes on. But this time he didn't stop. He didn't take me back. I kept running until I fell. I fell onto the sidewalk. And at that moment I switched back to my point of view to see you drive away and leave me behind.

I would always wake up alone and afraid that one day I would have no one and turn into a little girl again. I relied on people they gave me hope in this black cloudy sky. They were my beckon of hope.

As you all no I am 17. This is my story of my life.

I wanted to think of a good way to start this essay that was due year at the end of January. But I wanted to finish it before then. I wanted people to get to know the real me, but in order for that to happen they have to know everything about me.

When I was five my father left me. Alone and broken with my mother. I always wondered where he was. Mother told me that it didn't matter. I wrote him letters every year until I forgot to mail him them. I wrote them all on either his birthday or mine thinking it would be the only way to tell him I remembered.

I crumpled it up into a ball and trough it in the trashcan. This is why I wanted to write it now so that I can finish it before my due date. It always can't be about him. I thought to myself. I got up from my desk and went to take a shower. Supposedly there was going to be some new students that magically had all the same classes as me. Well I have been assigned the task of taking care of them. The one problem, tomorrow was my fathers birthday.