Writing Our Ever After - On Hold Until Who Knows When.

Chapter 1

My name is Alyssa Hale. I'm 25 years old and live in the lovely city of Vancouver, British Columbia. My life is pretty near perfect. But it didn't start out that way. Let's go back to the beginning, shall we?

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I groaned as I walked in the door the house I shared with my mother. Our black lab, Princess, jumped on me and tried to lick me as her little way of welcoming me home, even though I was only gone for a few hours. I half-heartedly petted her before I threw my keys on my mom's computer desk and took off my shoes.

College was a bitch. I had like 10 assignments due at the same time, and on top of that I had a part time job working at a small grocery store near my house. Then again, on Prince Edward Island, everything was small. I worked there four to 5 days a week for a few hours a day. It was a boring, repetitive job, but it provided the much needed money that I had.

At 19, I had a lot of things to pay for. I shared my mom's car so I could get to and from my college which was a 45 minute drive away everyday, so I had to pay for gas and my car insurance. I also had to pay my cellphone bill and give my mom money for rent and food. After all of that, I hardly had any money left to myself to buy things that I wanted.

I walked through the kitchen of our small house and went to the stairs that led to the second floor, where my bedroom was. It was a small house, but good enough for my mother and I. You may be wondering why it was only her and I. Well, when I was 15, I lived in Toronto, Ontario with both of my parents. Then my father was diagnosed with cancer.

Between the time that he was diagnosed and the day that he died, it was less than two months. My mother was heart broken, and I was too. I was depressed for a month afterwards. I was Daddy's little girl, I always was. I was their only child. We always went camping in the summers, went to places around Toronto like Mirvish Village, the Royal Ontario Museum, and other places where he and I could just spend the day. I had a great relationship with both of my parents.

But after he died, I was a mess. I didn't laugh or smile genuinely for at least a month. Until one day, my best friend, Charlotte, came over. She was tired of me being sad, and honestly, so was I. But I felt like I didn't deserve to be happy. I felt like that because he was gone, a part of me had died too. I felt awful.

Flashback

She just barged into my room one day while I was lying in bed, staring at my ceiling. "Alright. Sit up," she commanded.

I rolled my head to look at her. "Why?"

"Because I'm going to make you laugh and you're going to like it."

"Char, don't even bother."

"Oh I'm bothering. Now sit the fuck up."

I groaned and sat up. "Okay. What do you want?"

She hopped up onto my bed and grabbed my laptop. She opened Youtube and searched something. "I just heard this band a couple of days ago. The song is great, but the video is absolutely hysterical."

I glanced at the screen. She had opened a video called Cross My Heart by some band named Marianas Trench. She pressed play and I watched as the extremely attractive lead singer with black and blue hair attempted horrendous dance moves while following around some blonde girl. The song was catchy, and the singer's dancing was hilarious. His crystal blue eyes were mesmerizing. By the end of the video, Char was right. I was smiling.

She showed me a couple of their other videos. By the time she got to one called Shake Tramp, I was literally on the floor laughing. The dance moves were just too much. The man couldn't even clap properly.