I am Isabella Ross. I have a life of many mysteries, my mother died when I was 12 and now I am on my own, doing nothing but crying and sitting in the corner hurting myself. I can not take the pressure of everybody feeling so sorry for me, it doesn’t please me. I feel that sometimes I have no problem with killing myself but then I remember the gorgeous boyfriend I have and my friends and what I have left of my family supporting me. This is the story of how it all happened: When I was younger my mother was diagnosed with a disease called lukemia (a type of cancer), her doctors said she was not at the risk of dying. But somehow I knew she was and I didn’t like the fact. She did die 2 months later, on the day of my birthday September 12, 1992. I could not stand that type of present I was so sad, so sad that I was almost angry, and this brought me to the position I am in today. I am Isabella Ross alone and depressed…. TO BE CONTINUED .

(this is not a true story)