A/N: Written for the Sentence Inclusion Challenge on V!Ville. Reviews are appreciated.

Word Count: 114

Rachel E. Dare was never loved.

Rachel would like to pretend that she had friends. She liked to pretend she was out with the popular crowd, laughing, as she sat alone in her bed. She liked to pretend that she was a normal teenager. But she wasn't. No one cared for the frizzy-haired art freak. Not even the art freaks themselves accepted her. Rachel was alone. Utterly alone. It was a reality she would soon have to face. You cant live in fantasy forever. You can't just paint away your sorrow, because the ghosts of your past will come to haunt you.

Rachel E. Dare was never loved.