The Truth About Nora Jones

Epilogue

(Nora's pov)

At the end, I could say that I've made some progress. Throughout the year, I've learned to be more patient with myself and bring more time to people that are important to me.

When I first got into Jefferson High, I didn't start on great bases. I was still terribly upset with my mother's death and it occupied most of my thoughts. You might say I should've gotten over it, after fifteen years.

Maybe.

If you understand what's it's like losing someone, you may understand it. Try to imagine losing your mother at such an early age. One of the most important people in your life so far, and she was someone I couldn't live with.

Plus, I had to live with my father only, that himself had to get over the death of his wife. It must've been hard. To educate your daughter, who is a constant reminder of your wife's death.

Right now, I'm talking about it like it's nothing, yet I've learned to get tougher, smarter. I had to. When you get through challenging times, you learn to become stronger for the next challenge to come.

I've made myself enemies, but I also made friends. I always pretended I hated socializing, yet sometimes, you want someone to love. Someone to share your secrets with, someone you can trust.

I may not be the best friend they ever had, it's not important. What's important is that I didn't ghost them, and I cared about them.

I must say I've been very troubled to learn about my anemia. It bothered me a few times during the school year, being embarrassed as well. I got hurt, I got loved, I even got my first kiss.

I won't concentrate on the positive aspects of what happened because I won't run away from reality. If there's something I learned this year, it's that happiness is not about getting all you want, it is about enjoying all you have.

Selfishly, I always thought I could never have a better life now that I lost my mother. That's true; I can't have a better life, but I can still have a great life by making efforts and being myself. And possibly having a better life.

If ever you're crying yourself to sleep or insecure about yourself, think about me. Yes, me. Even though I'm a book character, think about me. I didn't truly live, but this situation is realistic and could happen to anybody.

Even you, even the author.

You might think; now that I've learned Ann-Marie's secret, what am I going to do with this? Betray her, embarrass her? If you honestly think that's something that I'd do, you know me wrong. To be honest, I was shocked to learn that she was adopted.

That makes me think I don't even know about her reality. I don't know if she's hurting. That leads me to the thought of next year. What's going to happen? With Jules, with Avery? I guess I'll have to figure it out...

To be continued...