The Girl in the Crazy Glasses By Ellie Dow

I started to write this over the summer and I just loved it and I'm thinking of entering into the 'Na No Wri Mo'. This is only the first chapter and if you want to read the rest that I've written you can go to my blog. Here's the link: http://polk-a-dotted-zebra.blogspot.com/
Alright, here's the first chapter. Make sure to tell me what you think. I love opinions. Thanks!

Chapter 1

All my life I’ve wanted to be known for something important. To make a difference doing something nobody else could do. But how? Let me introduce myself, I’m Charlotte Mate, or what most people call me, The girl in the crazy glasses. Another thing you could call me, Unpopular. How I became that way. I have always been different. I always wanted to fit in but I just couldn’t. My dad tried to invite the kids of the people he was in charge of and before the parents even left the house they were screaming and clinging to their parents’ legs. What else could I do? I sat in the tire swing, confused, not knowing what else to do. Dad came out and leaned on the swing. “What’s the matter sweetie,” he said. “Nobody likes me and nobody will. I look like a freak.” Angrily I tore off my glasses and threw them to the floor. “All because of these.” I crouched in to a small ball, hiding my face in my legs, feeling warm tears run down my face.“Sweetie,” dad started. It doesn’t matter what’s on the outside, what matters is what’s in your heart.” He lifted my head, pulled out a hankie from his pocket and wiped the tears as they began to fade. He grabbed my hand and put it against my heart. I could feel the warmth of my chest and the pounding of my heart. When that happened, I knew that he was right. My heart was pure, and so was his. I just couldn’t feel it for a while.I looked into my dad’s eyes, blue and pure. He knelt down to pick up my glasses and put them on me in such a gentle way. He began to smile, the smile he hadn’t had since mom died. We stayed out until the moon shone brightly above us.Then all of a sudden that smile began to fade, his eyes began to roll back, his spine quiver. He began to shake on the ground uncontrollably. “Dad!” I cried. I ran inside and called 911. “My Dad, something’s happening to him, you’ve got to come now,” I screamed into the phone. “Don’t worry dad, you’re going to be all right, I know you are.” I looked into his eyes again, they didn’t look like his anymore.