I'm Charlotte Rhymer Shields. I hate it when anyone calls me Charlotte, it's what my mom used to call me before her and my younger brother got in a car accident and passed away a day later.

She had always said that she didn't want to call me anything but the name she and Dad had given me when I was born. She had always said it was because no other name suited me.

Ever since she passed away when I was eleven years old, I had hated it when someone called me what she had used to call me.

Now I just go by Charlie. Just Charlie. Charlie suits me now that she isn't here anymore.

My little sister Aubrey tells me all the time that my name makes me sound like a boy now, but I could care less. I hate it when anyone calls me Charlotte.

"Charlie! Leah's here!" My annoying six year old sister shouts up the stairs. I scurry around my bedroom, getting everything I'll need for tonight. I'm sleeping at my best friend, Leah's, house tonight. I haven't really taken the time yet today to pack what I'll need, I'll probably end up forgetting something, but it's too late to make up a checklist or anything stupid like that now.

I run down the staircase that leads to our tv room almost tripping over my own two feet. "Hey Charlie," Leah greets whilst trying to remove a clingy Aubrey from her legs. "Sorry I'm late, we went to my Aunt Liz's today, and had just gotten home, then I remembered that we had to pick you up, so then I had to wait for my mom to finish her yoga and-" she explains until I cut her off.

"Leah, you were ranting again. It's okay, let's just go." I stated and quickly pulled Aubrey off of Leah and shouted a goodbye to my dad.