Simply Claire--Chapter One---Staring Out The Windows'

Looking out the window...is like escaping the world sometimes...all the pain...all the hurt...and rejection...I'm always thankful i got last pick on my room in our house..I come from a family of 8..that means there is six..out of all of them?I'm the middle child.Sometimes I get what i want....and then other times I get treated like a little kid..I guess I'm just...stuck in the middle..My Parents name me Claire,After my grandma..Memaw was..well she was perfect..and I think my parents(AT THE TIME)Thought i could be the same seeing as how i was born with blond hair and blue eyes with what seemed like NO imperfections..But as i grew older i became more of a disappointment to my family.My blond faded away into a DEEP brown,and my eyes are bright green with golden flakes.I got really scrawny,smaller than all my other siblings.I didn't become a cheerleader...or the prom queen ,or any of that perfect stuff Grandma did..I became that weird girl who has the attic room..who writes and scribbles her poetry and stories all day.Though i was no athletic..i was the only "Artist" in my family..I was the ONLY one who understood deeper meanings in life..But thats okay..Because I'm Simply Me...Simply Claire...