365 (Dream Team)

Chapter 28 (A.K.A The Ultimate Fourth Wall Break)

I can't believe it. I'm 18. 18 and 1 day to be exact.

For those of you who don't remember, one year ago on November 1st I was given a year to live. That day, November 1st, was my 17th birthday, meaning that I was suppose to not live past my 18th birthday.

Thanks to Clay, I no longer have a liver that is causing me to die. Thanks to him, I got to live to American adult age of 18. Thanks to him, I graduated from high school. No thanks to me, he died. We thought the surgery was successful but a few days after we thought he recovered, he unforunately passed away.

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Lol, jk, you really thought. I wouldn't actually kill the main character, silly. *war flashbacks to Haunted*. I'm not that cruel.

Now, once again, for those of you who don't remember, in Chapter 9 Author said that they were hinting towards something with the way they were writing this story.

If you were being very observant and paying attention to the past-tense then present-tense of the story and the weird comments I made at the start of the story you would notice, "Huh, that's odd. It's almost like George is telling a story that's already happened."

Well, I am telling a story that's already happened. To be exact, I'm reading you the story. This has all already happened and I am no longer 18. I'm actually 24 now. This story is actually straight from a journal I kept when I was that age.

When Zyon confronted my about publishing my story, I was hestitant at first but then did continue to send the journal to them to have them rewrite it in a form that would make sense for a book. Once they did that, I added my own personal touches, such as this hella long monologue.

You might be thinking now, you're probably not but you might be thinking this, "Well, if this all happened a long time ago, what's your life like now." To answer that question, I'll give you an about 200 word explaination.

Now, Clay and I are married and so are Darryl and Zak. Karl and Nick are still pinning and are not even dating yet, very sad. I actually do live in Florida now, my mum never sold the house she bought and now Clay and I live there with our two adopted children.

The oldest of the two, Maya, is 5 years old. She's just as energetic as a husky puppy on drugs. Speaking of which, we now own a 7 month old Siberian Husky whose name is Luna. We also have a cat named Patches. Maya is the sweetest thing ever despite her energy. We adpoted her a little less than 2 years ago.

The younger of our two, Dexter, is a baby. He's one year old because screw referring to a babies age in months. 12 mOnTHs. Bullshit. Your kid is one year old, shut up. Dex has an obsession with be nocturnal. He sleeps all day and then once we all go to bed he whines this awful, high-pitched cry all night long.

Besides, our kids, Clay and I have been married for three years. He proposed to me at a Christmas gathering with all our friends to see me bawl tears of joy when he pulled out the ring. Nick still sometimes brings up the fact that I couldn't respond to Clay because I was too busy crying. Nick is a jackass.

Well, thank you to everyone for reading my book. I can't wait to see it on the shelves at Target, lol. I've enjoyed reading back over this and looking at how cringy my life was when I was 17.

~The person whose life you just read about, George H. Davidson"