• This story begins with a 15 year old girl named Molly. Molly is your average teen rebal, black nail polish, black hair, black make-up, and everything else black. She is very pale, so she looks dead. Anyway one of her moms friends came over to talk Molly out of her goth and rebal stage. The moms friend finds an old picture of a little girl in elementry school who was a little leauge cheerleader.

    "Is this you, Molly?" she asked, already knowing the awnser.

    "Yes, sadly it is." Molly said almost in a hiss.

    "What happened?"

    "that's my past," Molly pointed at the picture, "this is my present," she pointed to herself, "this may and may not be my future. things change, people change their minds, but at their own rate." Molly turned around and left the woman standing there in aw of her statement.