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**Prologue**No one has seen the sun or the clear sky within Dims-Wood, as per its unending overcast weather.The small-town firmament is utterly obscured with clouds; it blocks the sun.I remembered seeing the sun and the blue sky for the first time. I was six years old, and my mom had taken me to Aunt April.I also remember how bright the day was in Provis-Ville when we finally arrived, compared to the gloomy days back home.Mom instructed me to stay on the porch while she went in to talk to Aunt April. As I overheard her plead with her sister to take me, I looked into the sky and at the sun. Too young to understand that my mother loathed me for being the reason why my father (her first love) left her, and she wasn't asking her sister to take me because she had lost her job and thought her financially stable enough to take care of me for a while. Like my dad, she too didn't want me.The sunlight on my body was as warm as I'd imagined a hug to feel like, never having been hugged by m

"You're late, Ms. Lively," Mrs. Queue, the English literature teacher, said as I entered the classroom.At her comment, Connor, sitting next to the window, glanced at me and returned to his notebook.I rushed to my desk at the front and took out my notebook."The poems I'd asked you to write, some of you were okay, poor and beautiful," Mr. Queue walked around the classroom handing out our work.I was surprised when she gave me my sheet of paper when describing the person's poem, okay, and I saw my grade, 79 percent.I've never gotten such a low grade in my life. I have constantly worked on getting high grades in hopes of winning over my mom's heart so she could be proud of me and one day accept me as her child. Now this poor grade will not allow her to do so, if she was ever considering it.My gaze shifted to Connor as she complimented him on his excellent poem and handed him his sheet of paper. And I wish I'd received that remark as I watched him stare at his paper before inserting i

I never planned on attending the school's Valentine's party, but when Ms. Sinclair, the visual art teacher, asked me for help to oversee the picture booth they'd rented just for the special event. It felt good that someone needed me for something, so I accepted it instantly.Now that I've had a terrible day at school, I regret having done so.I put on a V-neckline, crimson red dress that reached below my knees, black heels, and a red shawl around my shoulders.I fixed my hair in a half-up and half-down Loose Locks hairstyle and topped it off with a large bow, also matching the color I'm wearing.To complete my look, I added some makeup to my pale skin and some lip gloss.I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a while, loathing my image, and I wished for a more beautiful one staring back at me. An image I was comfortable seeing.Mom was downstairs waiting for me. I asked her for a ride since she hasn't left for her night shift yet, because the school bus doesn't travel at night.W