We moved yet again to a suburb in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania when my Dad got a job with a company that was once called Amp. It was there that I was blessed for the third time with my youngest sibling, Alex, my only brother. I lived most of my childhood there, attending two elementary schools in economic dispair and a junior high where I learned quickly that a small, white girl should stay humble and quiet.

I moved to a rural area around Hershey, Pennsylvania for my high school years and I really enjoy it here. High school in this area is a lot different than a rougher school, and it always seems to irk me with the trivial arguments that occur about the most trivial things such as lunch chairs and gossip. A small high school boosted my confidence and let me explore more in my hobbies in writing.

Many say a senior year is supposed to be the most enjoyable of education, but I felt the exact opposite. It was this year that I was diagnosed with clinical depression and suffered many traumatic events such as the most frightening 72 hours of my life, when my sister tried to kill herself. I can never tell her how responsible I still feel and how much I could just wish I could turn back time and show her I loved her...so she would know how much I would miss her if she ever left me.