Ophelia. that's my name. it means help. which is the perfect word to describe... me. I need help not just right now but all the time. I'm a smart kid. too of my class actually. but I'm not happy. I've never been happy. I'm adopted and my birth parents named me Ophelia because I needed help finding a home at the time. my adoptive parents love me. I know they do. but they are never home. so I'm very lonely. did you know that being alone for a long amount of time is just as unhealthy as smoking 15 cigarettes a day? yeah. no wonder I need help. I'm not happy. but then I crossed paths with the 'bad boy' well he's my neighbor. his window is right across from mine. I always see him over there but we're complete opposites, so I've never talked to him. until he caught me looking at him that is.