This book is about a girl and her life. What has happened in her past and present. Running Sometimes I can't sleep at night because of the fear of something behind me. Not as in physical form but as in mental. I fear what happened in my past. I fear the future too. I fear the future because of the past. Sometimes I even fear the present.

Hi my name is Jazz McWilder and I am 15 years old. I have been running from the past for about 3 years now. I used to have the perfect life a mom and dad who loved me and a brother who well was my brother. The weird part is I hated my life for those exact reasons. It pretty much all started when I was in fifth grade. I had great friends although some people may have thought of some of them as weird, but who cared what they thought. I was the individualist girl who hung out with 3 guys. Jack Tyson and Matt. Jack was well a kind of quiet guy but he could be talkative to. He had black brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was shyer then. Tyson was well an individualist too well kind of. He was short with blonde hair (although that was then) freckles and glasses. He was outgoing and really smart. Tyson wasn't really a tough guy but he was cool. Then there was Matt he had just transferred to my school and was kind of an outsider (lol hehe). Matt came from an interesting family. I mean his dad had some trouble and his step dad wasn't that great. Not to mention one of his brothers was a little weird. Matt's hair was not dark brown but not light brown it was perfect (especially once he bleached and spiked the tips) although it looks great no matter what. His eyes were brown and he was tuff. I had tons of other friends but these ones were the ones I mostly hung out with. Any way back to the story. So I was in fifth grade going on to sixth grade when my life went spiraling downward. I cam I upon a decision I had to make that would change my life. My parents wanted me to go to private school. Of course my brother had gone to private school, and if I disappointed my mom I would just die. So I thought hey this could be more beneficiary for my future. (boy was I wrong.) So I went to private school but still hung out with my friends. It wasn't the same I found myself crying at night because whenever I saw them they were always talking about school. Sure I made new friends a private school, but I was an outsider. I made friends with one girl but she acted well.... young. I couldn't hang out with the guys because they were so sexist. They thought that girls weren't as good as guys so they wouldn't let me hang with them. So I was lonely and thought of as well not them. My teacher was evil and for some reason really hated me. My parents knew I was unhappy and offered to let me change schools but again I couldn't let my mom down. God damn it why couldn't I just do what I wanted. Somehow I survived my sixth grade year at the god forsaken place they called a school. *ok that was just the beginning of my story. I should update it soon hopefully. R&R please. I want to know what you think*