My uncle was on that plane. The forth one.
I guess I never mentioned my name . Hope. My parents said I was the light shining in the darkness. Hope. It's such a stupid name for a girl who's life meant nothing. Absolutely nothing. I was never good at anything. Not ballet. I don't even know why I was in that stupid place. I hated it. I didn't have fun doing it. I wasn't having getting yelled at because my stupid teacher thought my hair was long enough to be pulled back in a bun. My talent must be interrupting events. I've done it twice. I was born on the Death-Day of millions of people, and died on the tenth anniversary of that same day.
I'm alone.
