I've always been a dreamer and a fan of wishes. I would wish on every dandelion in my sight and throw all of my change in fountains. I continued to wish away as I got older, just stopped wishing for mermaids and unicorns to be real, okay- I didn't totally stop wishing for that because that would be pretty cool if they were real. Even though my mom pays hardly any attention to me, I still expected many things from myself; I never got less than a 95 for a grade, and I already had my whole life planned out at 17. The thing I didn't expect was my life ending.
Author's note: perfect songs for this story Time of Dying by three days grace and Slipped Away by Avril Lavigne. This is just the prologue and this is like If I Stay meets Charlie St. Cloud.
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Wishing on Dandelions
Подростковая литератураdeath...before that barely a life at all... just before it all went wrong, it started looking up for Jolene..but wait she's not dead and Adam is the only one that can see her (at first).
