I awoke with a chill crawling up my spine. I ended up tossing and turning for another hour or so. My mind didn't seem to stop spinning. There were zillions of thoughts racing through my head. What did I do wrong? Why wasn't I perfect? Why do I always screw up at life? It just made me want to scream as loud and hard as I could. Then something occurred to me; I was better than that shallow jerk.

Some call me Lucy, but sometimes I call myself a sinner. There are many things I regret in this sixteen year life. One time I broke a window by kicking a soccer ball. In fourth grade, I told my best friends secret to someone and ended up with no friends. Every time I say a bad word, I feel horrible. Habits usually overpower me. There was this one regret that is huge compared to these minuscule things that make up who we are today. I do recall that about two winters ago, I started swimming competitively. I also met a boy.