The little girl had lived her life with hope, wishing and dreaming that her father would remember to call. Some nights she's sit beside her window, while Jessica slept on the top bunk, staring out at the backyard, the stars, and the moon. She would cry to herself, and think about what life would be like if her father hadn't done the drugs; if he had changed and their mother hadn't left him. The one thing, however, she never did, was blame her mother for leaving him. At school she didn't have many friends; at home her mother could never be there. Her sister was mean to her because their grandmother favored her, but that wasn't her fault, she was the baby. She never saw her other sisters much, they were always with their dads. At times she was jealous of Brittany, for getting to live with their dad, getting to know him, but then she remembered that Brittany never got to see their mother, either.
She never understood life as a child. It was too hard, she just wanted everyone to be happy, she just wanted people to like her, but for more than her grades. That was the one thing she had. She was a straight 'A' student, in the Discovery program, top of her class most of the time. And when her father did come over, if she'd pull out her report card, he'd look at it and hug and kiss her. Say something about how proud of her he was. About how her grades were the best he'd ever seen. Then Jessica would hate her even more, because she and Brittany had a learning disability called Dyslexia. Their grades were never that high. Brittany's were at one point, but she let them slip. Jessica never made good grades. When she got her first 'A' in the fifth grade it was the happiest moment of her life.