Let me tell you about my worst little nightmare, it happened in the day of my sixteenth birthday, I usually think its a present from the man above .The little girl that cries in the past about any little irritation, that girl, oh, how I hated her and her bouncy ponytail, her naive smile and words, the way she speaks? I used to think what happened that day was a little retribution she deserved, a little poke to bring her out of her naive unrealistic pink bubble.

The day was like any other day in her life, Abigail woke up a little to early for her long awaited sixteenth birthday, dressed up in her favourite little white skirt with silk satin design at the...