I've been shy ever since I was young, younger than I'd ever remember. Because of that, I wasn't the average child. My only friends were my toys and the high walls surrounding me. I had a lot of friends...and by friends I mean toys my parents bought me. I was very spoiled seeing that I've been in a rich family my whole life. Now that I've moved here, I have no attention. My fourth grade year was nice, my fifth grade year was awful, I made a few friends in sixth grade, seventh grade was amazing, and now I'm at the end of my eighth grade year. So far it's better than seventh grade, but filled with more emotions. Crying, but this time not alone. I actually have someone! I have people I'm close to! They don't know everything about me, they know the generals, a few secrets here and there. But would they like to know more? How I really feel? Who I really am? Would anyone out there like to know my story, anyone at all?