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+ 4	I'm not crazy! (Part 6)
+ 5	My Life (Part 6)
+ 6	I'm not crazy! (Part 5)
+ 5	I'm not crazy! (Part 4)
+ 5	I'm not crazy! (Part 3)
+ 4	My Life (Part 5)
+ 6	I'm not crazy! (Part 2)
+ 7	I'm not crazy! (Part 1)
+ 4	My Life (Part 4)
+ 6	Leave Me Alone!
+ 6	My Life (Part 3)
+ 4	My Life (Part 2)
+ 7	My Life (part 1)

My name is Nancy. My hair is black and long, I put red streaks in. I'm 16years-old. That means I can do pretty much whatever I want right? Try telling that to my Mom and Dad.

I just got home and did my normal routine. Y'know. Pick up the razor, cut, put it down. Well I was at stage two when my Mom walked in. "Nancy! What are you doing?! You said boys did that to you! Why can't you be more like your sister?" She yelled.                                   "Mom have you ever considered the fact I might not be happy? And I don't wanna be like Becca! O.K?" I yelled back. She started going on about how dissapointed she was. Finally she said, "are you crazy?" Of course I replied by yelling "I'm not crazy! I'm depressed! It's all your fault!" She slapped me hard across the face and walked out.

That evening Becca said "Nance? Can you go and get me a bottle of nailvarnish please. Thanks." I took the money. But first I ran to Becca's boyfriend's house. I can't exactly remember his name but still. Mom was gonna be angry. I had extra money in my pocket. So yeah I did go to the pharmacy. I bought nailvarnish. Also I got a pregnancy test.

I quickly gave Becca her stupid varnish. But then she said something that made me regret what I did. "Thanks Nance. I love you sis." Those words hurt as bad as the razor that I used to try and leave this goddamn world. I ran upstairs. I used the test. I prayed it gonna be negative. But... It was positive. I cryed. I knew I wouldn't be able to look after it.

I was gonna tell my Mom. But I heard "Thanks for taking her." Then she looked up at me and said I had to go to a place for mental people. "Mom I can't go. For two reasons. One I'm not crazy. Two... I'm... I'm pregnant." The look of dissapointment in her eyes hurt a hell of alot more than I thought it would. She asked loads of questions. The two definate answer I could give is Keeping and Becca's Boyfriend. I didn't say the second.

Mom told my Dad. He got angry "YOU STUPID LITTLE COW!" He yelled. Then he slapped me. It hurt a hell of alot more than when Mom did it. "Sam! That is no way to behave!" She said. That put him back in his place. My Mom held me and apologized. Tears were streaming down my face.

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