Chapter 1: It all starts
It all started on a great day. The killing, the heartbreaks, the drafting. I was merely 15 when it happened. How about we start from the beginning, yeah? It was January 16, 2013, clear skies, probably the best day this little town called Bountiville has ever seen. It has a reputation for being one of the dullest places on Earth because it always seems to be cloudy or raining here. I headed off for school just like any other day. Walking 3 miles but only for one reason. My girl. She was my everything. She was the only possible way I'd even go there, especially in the winter with a small blizzard blowing against my face. Her name is Miranda. Long, flowing, curly blonde hair that almost seemed to shimmer in the light. Glistening green eyes. She is always happy and she's extremely smart. She is in all the AP classes, and she brightens up any room she enters. Everyone loves her, but no one loves her as much as me. Sometimes I wonder how I could even get a girl like her. I've always hated school and I've never gotten good grades. My friends always visited anyways, almost every weekend I had a friend over. So I didn't really need to go to school to see them. All the teachers hated me and I hated them back. But by the time I got to lunch, my day always got better, because that was the only time I got to see Miranda. After lunch though, my day was miserable again. Once I got home I had my usual routine: text my mom, finish my homework, and immediately get on the computer. (I got a little bit addicted to World of Warcraft a while back.) Then I got the text from Miranda.
Hey baby how's ur day goin?
This was always our talk time. 3:30-9:00.
Prety good. And urs?
I waited for her to text back for about five minutes. I wondered what she could be doing, this has always been our talk time, even when we were just friends. Then I got this:
When we started to date, I felt like we really had something special. Then my friend started to doubt our relationship...
"Uh oh" I didn't realize I said it out loud.
And after tat I haven't rly felt anything 4 u, but I don't want to hurt u, but by datin u and Lyin bout my feelings it will hurt both of us tat much more. I still care about u but not in a bf/gf way. Roger I'm so sry and I didn't want to hurt u I rly thought I felt sumtin but my heart I jus really confusing plz will u still at least be my friend?
She still wants to be friends? After all this time and all I had told her and done for her, she breaks my heart and then expects us to still be friends?
Do u realize how terrible and hard it will be for me to do tat? Mayb in a cupl of yrs we can b friends but rite now I can't think str8.
I was telling the truth. I could hardly tell what was happening. The room started to spin and I blacked out. When I woke up, my parents were floating above me saying something, but I couldn't make it out. I couldn't really hear anything. All I could hear was little mumbles and I only caught a few words. Cant....dead.....what about....phone....wait.... I could hear full sentences by now. "Roger! Roger! Roger are you alive?" It was my mom speaking. I couldn't talk so I just let out a grunt. "Oh Roger thank God! We thought you were dead!" I don't think my mom realized she was screaming. Or maybe my ears were just sensitive. My head hurt really bad. "You bumped your head pretty good there sport" I could hear my dad but I couldn't see him. I tried to turn my head to look at him when I realized my head was tired down. I got scared. I started flailing trying to get my head unstuck. Then I heard an unfamiliar voice. "Sir, please calm down. We're almost to your room." "Who...who is that?" It was harder to speak than I expected. "It's your nurse honey." I hear my mom say. A nurse? Was I in the hospital already? I didn't black out for that long, did I? My head spun and I started to black out again. The last thing I heard was my mom yelling something at the nurse.
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