Hi,
I’m Stefanie Knoll; I’m 5’10 and 120 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones. For
the last 17 years I have lived in the shadow of my older sister. I came to
Princess Margaret when I was 14, I was scared beyond belief and I never actually
expected to finish high school. Now at 17 I am preparing to leave it all
behind. In 79 days, I am moving to a place that I have been to once, and that
was only for orientation. For the first time in my life no one will know my
name, or should I say know of my name. Throughout high school I have been
refereed to as Rachel more times than I can count. I have felt as if I was
always on the outside looking in. Following in the foot steps of Rachel was not
an easy task, and in the end it was not a task that I could complete. I became
the opposite of her. She was outgoing and popular, I am reserved and only have
a few close friends. You see I was never cut out to be a part of the Knoll
family, I have always felt like the black sheep. My mom is over the top and
gaudy, her favorite color is glitter. Oh, and my dad, well he is a character,
city slicker turned redneck, has never really been around much due to work, and
when he is all we really talk about is hockey, but deep down I know he regrets
not being able to see me grow up. Both of my parents came from interesting
families. Dad was adopted when he was 2 weeks old, and from the stories he used
to tell us he had an amazing childhood, but after his parents died and his
brother, he pretty much lost all contact with the rest of them. My Mom grew up
watching countless soccer games and on Robson Street
