Day 8.

Tell your life story from someone else's point of view. (Left out some imprtant parts, çause this is long enough. =/)

She was born on the night of 18th February, 1996, and her mother almost immediately named her Aaisha. Growing up, she was as normal as any child could be and I could see that her parents were very grateful for that. If her parents didn't repeatedly tell those little innocent incidents of childhood at parties and gatherings, I doubt I'd know her as a child at all. She was a child after all. But quieter than most. And somehow the impression stuck to everyone, though it wasn't really fair to her, because she was only a child. But it stuck to everyone's mind that she did not speak much, and they are still under the same impression to this day, which I think is not entirely fair, because she might just have accepted it as part of her personality.

For a child she was sober. I don't think I ever saw her with toys, with that exception of the doll house, and how she'd made up stories about the people living in it. She loved it. At school, she had always been the teacher's pet and sometimes people around her got sick of that. Her first drawing was that of a butterfly in which she took great pride in. In grade 2, she discovered her elocuting talents and everyone was surprised, even the teacher herself, when she brought back first prize from the contest. She told me later that she was wishing she'd get the 2nd instead of 1st just so she could watch how the prize was supposed to be taken, and just so she wouldn't embarass herself. I don't think a child in grade 2 should think that, but she did. Maybe she had always cared for people's thoughts, and maybe she would find out later that it was wrong.

In grade 4, she was first in class, and everybody stared at her, and she was stunned, because she'd been the New Kid and nobody had expected this. But the first position seemed to stick, and she could not get rid of it until grade 8, when she landed into the ever welcoming world of the world wide web.

The world wide web had an impact on her life, no doubt about that. And even though she was the youngest in her family, they turned to her when they needed help with computers. She was learning things at a rate almost unexpected, and she did not know. But looking back, she realized it was almost scary.

She was very smiley. Her friends seldom heard her speak. Somehow I could tell that peer pressure was the main issue of her pre-teenage life. She seemed not to mind the medications at all. Dealing with her friends was the biggest challenge for her.

She grew up, eventually. In grade 9 she learnt that friends don't rule your life, but she grew even more quieter if that was possible. Studying didn't appeal anymore and grades were low. I don't know what had gotten into her.

Grade 10. She became English Secretary of her school. But she was even quieter. Sometimes you could even see tears in her eyes for no reason at all. At the farewell they called them crocodile tears but they were not. If they knew, they'd be shocked. But nobody knew.

Grade 10 brought a lot of new developments though. She grew closer than you could think with her two cousins, and when they're together you would never find a quiet corner in the house. Well, the quietness had to end somewhere. And this point in life, she had inspiration. She discovered herself. When she sat down to write again after a good many years she found that if she listened to the voice in her mind, and wrote down what it said, she was onto something. This year changed her alot. She found great friends, so unexpectedly (one of the best just happened to be Canadian) and she was so thankful. She found inspiration and she found that she would love to be a heart touching many. She found herself.

And now she only wishes that the end of this story will be something better. Something that would tell the world that..She Was Here.