Ally Rose? That girl with the wandering hazel eyes? That girl with the chestnut hair falling above her shoulders, framing her face almost perfectly? That girl with the silver heart locket hanging from her neck? That girl who wears the same thing every day? That girl with the awkwardly big feet and long arms? Yeah, I know her, but she’s not me.
Ally Rose? The shy girl who wants to blend in to the background? The timid girl who doesn’t ever speak up? The scared girl who is too afraid to be noticed? The awkward girl who can’t seem to make friends? The annoyed girl who hates her school? The girl who wants nothing more than to make a change? Yeah, I know her, but she’s not me.
Ally Rose? The girl who wants to change her life? The girl who wants to change others’ lives? The girl who needs someone to ask her just once what is wrong? The girl who needs help? The girl who feels trapped in a box of her own sorrow and tears? The girl who wishes she had a friend to tell all of her secrets to? Yeah, I know her, but she’s not me.
But you know what? I lied. I don’t know her, but she is me. I don’t know who I am anymore. I feel alone in a world of outgoing, loud people, and I’m just the shy timid girl stuck in a corner moping and pouting. But guess what. What everyone doesn’t know is that I’m planning something. A change. Something to help people like me. Something to help everyone once in their lives. Something to help the girl I don’t know anymore. Something to help Ally Rose.