Who knew, she was a wonderful child, full of all the things that make up what is wanted in a child. But then she turned thirteen, life would never be the same, it was as if the devil himself had taken her. If there were a bad thing to be done she was in on it. Then she became pretty even buitful, would it never end. She drove everyone crazy, boy’s were of no consequence. She played with them as a Cat would a mouse, we had no choice. et her run, she may stop one day?