Kendra Coakes, as you know her now, has taken many lives, and many aliases as she's grown up. Please try and keep up with the name changes, as I'm going to refer to her as the names.

Those without a childhood will spend the rest of their life trying to get it back. Imagine a world without laughter, love and smiles. No compliments or jokes. The nasty hole created, only filled with hate, insults, and immortal despair. Could you survive in this world? A hazy, dreary day on the shores of New Jersey, Shannyn was born into a house of masqueraders. On the surface, her parents, Svetlana, a failed model from Sweden, and Rodrigo Del Lune, a local, small time disk jockey, seemed happy. What magnificent actors. There's a certain intuition all mother's have with their children, and Svetlana knew there was something different with her second child.

Their union was stitched together from hate, lies and manipulative jabs of self-worth. The family functioned between classes and activities- and when they were all home it was tense silence. Silence was golden. Silence was key. Silence was ideal. If you laughed, you cried. If you smiled, you frowned. The most important thing, if you screamed, that ability would be taken away, or so Rodrigo promised. Before she could form a sentence, he'd thrown baby Shannyn in to gymnastics and ballet.

The instructor grew worried. The girls twirled and spun, gracefully and wonderfully. Their faces were glowing with pride and ambition. Their eyes screamed self-perfection. Shannyn's cried hate and death. Who knew eyes so lively could really be so dead. Year after year, routine after routine. She maintained herself until her third grade year, Halloween.

A bright Halloween morning, Children laden in costumes. Dressed to near perfection, 'Shannyn' entered her classroom dressed as Bo Beep. She'd chose this character because she loved her characteristics, gentle, feminine and soft. Shannyn begun to feign her actions. For once, the blue-eyed, brown-haired 8 year old felt normal, and is she fit in with the other kids. Her time in the spotlight was almost over, another little girl, with an over-active bladder entered the room.

"Mary!" The children clamored, a smile faded and eyes loomed with impending doom at the other eight year old, dressed in the same costume, only better presented. Shannyn felt the burning fury curdle within her intestines as the attention was sucked off of her. One other girl only stayed at her side. Felicity Harden was the girl's name, and she was now a pawn in Shannyn's deviant game. Shannyn passed off a handful of pencils to Felicity, her voice pleaded with her to sharpen them. Felicity did so, and they went to the girl's bathroom- to wait for the little pee-pants.

A slow, rusted creek made the girls in the bathroom stall aware someone was in. The tapping of pretty patton black shoes against the rough linoleum made the two girls catch each other in a stare. Kendra handed the girl the pencil. "Go on, what are you waiting for?!" She whispered in a snarl, testing the girl. She took the pencil, and placed her small palms against the bathroom stall door. Her chin cranked back and her dark, looming green eyes connected with Shannyn's. "Unless you're a chicken." Felicity felt a cold chill rattle her ribcage.

"I'm not a chicken." She'd growl, her nails clawing against the chipped paint.

A delay...

"Prove it." Shannyn's voice was cold. The door next to them was shut. Their stall's opens.

Tick...

Tock...

Tick...

Mary's door slowly opened with a frightful whine.

"Chicken."

Two screams filled the room with a sinister bliss. One was in fear, the other in pure rage. As the screams died down, a hollow, chilling giggle filled the room. The bathroom door opened and shut, the pidder padder of Shannyn's feet interluded. The door swung open with anxiety, and Shannyn was alongside a teacher, they were silent, although greeted by panting, and a crimson liquid creeping to the drain in the center of the room. The teacher ran past Shannyn, her arm blowing like a ragdoll. Shannyn's grin was so wide, that in her mind over the teacher's shouting and the crying underpasted, Shannyn just heard her smile crack up her face.