My life is boring. Some would say I'm lucky. I live in a relatively wealthy family that loves me, in a big house with my own room, and many possessions.

Yet I have nothing exciting. My parents watch me like hawks. I'm not allowed to go out on my own. I go to school every day. I have a few friends - who occasionally come to my house, or vice versa (always under the supervision of our parents).

Except for a few pets dieing, there have been no major tragedies in my life - this came to attention when in my college-level class we were assigned to write about such an event. It came to me as I realized most of the other stories were about the writer's parent's divorce, or about how an aunt dies from cancer.

Some would just say that I'm a lucky one - someone who doesn't have to worry or deal with those major issues - but for me, life is just boring.