As a baby she never did much crying. As a little kid, she rarely talked. As a teen, she pretty much hung out by herself. Some called her a loner, for she was rarely ever seen with anyone. But for Nancy Reerdon it just seemed second nature to be that way.
Perhaps this was due to her upbringing. One of six children, her voice was often quieted, so that one of the others could be heard, or because her parents were sick and tired of the noise. They seemed loving enough, however. They did a few things together every now and then. Went on family vacations, went on picnics. Nancy was always ignored, though. She was the farthest apart, age wise, from everyone else. Her three older siblings were all two years apart from each other. She came about six years later. And then four more years after her, her mom had two more kids who were one year apart.
So there she was, stuck in the middle, and always left alone.
As a teen, she began to see the advantages of being so left alone and labeled as the quiet one. Her parents never really questioned anything she did. If she wanted to go and do something, it was okay. Of course, she never wanted to do anything. For a little bit of time, Nancy was close with her mother. They talked all the time about different things, and Nancy actually believed her mom and her knew a lot about each other.
Over time, Mrs. Reerdon could see the need that Nancy had for friendship, and however much Nancy tried to deny it, she knew her mother was right. The more that she pushed her daughter into socializing, though, the more Nancy withdrew from it all and the further...