Best Days of My Life

*Author's Note*:      Hey everybody! This is a new story I'm trying out, so bear with me. It is based off of a true story, but most of it is from my own creative mind. Hahaha! Anyways, read, vote, and comment! 

Happy Reading~Sarah <3

Hey, my name is Aster. I'm 16, I love reading, I have lots of friends, I have long brown hair that touches my waist, I have green eyes, I think that I'm pretty, and I love jawbreakers. I live in the suburbs of California with my dad. Now that you know a little about me, we are friends, and now that we are friends, I'm going to tell you my story.  I'm writing this to you so that you will know that things do work out for the best. I have been to hell and back, but I'm here, happy, and I smile at the future. I know this may seem like an odd thing to say, but it's true. You may be thinking right now, "If she is that happy, how could she have been in that bad of a place. She would never understand my pain." This may be true, but everyone suffers. I just want to tell you my story. All though bad things happened, these were the best days of my life, and they made me who I am today. But before we get to where I'm at today, we have to start at the beginning. It starts when I was 13....

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"Mom, Dad?" I said as I walked into their room. It was late, but I could hear them fighting from my room.

"Yes sweetie?" My mom responded to me. She shot a look at may father before turning and walking up to me.

"Could you, ummm...could you be a little quieter? I'm trying to sleep." I looked down at the floor because I knew I was lying. I don't sleep. I have a horrible insomnia problem, but my parents didn't know that. They didn't really know that much about me for that matter. The reason I wanted them to be quiet was because it made me sick when they got fought. I'm not just talking headache, I'm talking migraines, and throwing up. They didn't know that either. 

"We are sorry. Why don't you head back to your bedroom. We will keep it down." My mom responded as she ushered me out of the room.

I knew the promise would not be kept, this happened every night. They would be quiet for a little, but things would get heated again and they would start screaming. I don't know why they got mad so much, I could never pick out the words from my room. All I know is that things were bad. 

I walked back to my room and buried myself under my covers and pillows. I just lay there thinking about tomorrow. Tomorrow was my first day of eighth grade and I was nervous. But, I knew my friends would be there and I would have a great year...

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It's three years later now. I'm 16, and a lot has changed around here. Turns out I was wrong. That year was the worst of my life. My mom left the country on the day of my big play at school...I never got to say goodbye. My friends left me too, and my dad was so busy, he didn't even remember my birthday. I never told him about it because I loved him and didn't want to make him feel bad.

Things are a little better now. My dad is less stressed, and I am better. I don't get sick anymore thank god, but I still have insomnia...I'm used to it.

I have a new great group of friends. There are four of us: My best friend Farrah, Max, and my crush Jordan. Farrah is gorgeous, funny, and sweeter than the rest of us combined. The has golden hair that just passes her shoulders, prominent cheekbones, and beautiful teeth and skin. All of the guys love her. Max, oh max, he is medium height, he has long straight blond hair and is a chick magnet. In his own words he says that he is "smooth with the ladies"...I beg to differ. He is extremely funny,super ripped, and a bad boy. But on the inside he is the most compassionate kid ever. He would  throw me into his car and drive me to the beach if I was sad (trust me, it has happened). The last of us is Jordan. He sort of brings our whole group together. He is a gentleman, but he is also rough and rowdy. He is loud, and super smart. Jordan had short dark brown hair that spikes up at the front. He is tan, muscular, and tall. Just like Max, he is super sweet, and good at listening to Farrah and I when we have issues. Over all, he is perfect. together we are the fabulous four. I would say that we are pretty popular, but we are not jerks. And we are inseparable.