Thirteen { Part 2 }

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Hey guys! I apologize for the short crappy chapters I've been updating lately. I've been having lots of homework, EOC's, graduation, field trips and I still need to fill out some paperwork for high school, yes I'm an eighth grader. Well so the past chapters I've been doing Caleb's P.O.V.. Do you guys prefer his or Juliet's P.O.V.? Comment below, and please like/comment/fan. It makes me so happy when I see comments/votes. 

Caleb's Point of View

I had totally forgotten what was it like to come to Disney World. The feeling when you park your car, get into the trolley and then you go into the parks, you see the Epcot Ball, Mickey Mouse's hat at Hollywood Studios or even the big elephant face at Animal Kingdom. The feeling of excitement when you see this things is indescribably amazing; as if growing up isn't so bad and your dreams can still come true. I've always disliked aging, simply because I like to be able to do things on my own, I fear not being able to change my own underwear or drive myself wherever the hell I want to go. Whenever I come to the Disney Parks, I geniunely feel great, because you can't possibly be unhappy there. You the excitement and the joy in the children's eyes. You see how parents cherish the fact that their children are happy, and that's enough for them, but most importantly, you see people coming together for one thing; to cherish some time with your loved ones in the happiest place on Earth.

Whenever I have children, I'd like to bring them to the Disney parks for all if not most holidays. When I was a kid I remember coming to Disney World with my mom and Greece. When I was eight I believe, was my first time, then when I was ten, when I was twelve, and the last time when I had turned sixteen a few months before Greece ended her life. Sometimes I think about all the happy times with her, and then it hits me. She was hurting inside and it was too late for someone to notice it. I knew she loved me, but not enough to tell me what was going on. She was always the one that was most impacted when dad left, she was young and naive. When mom got with her boyfriend, I always had a bad vibe from him. I always thought he was an asshole, but not big enough to sexually abuse a minor. If he wouldn't have come into the picture Greece would still be here, I wouldn't have covered myself under the veil of evil. But at the same time, I wouldn't have met Juliet.

Terrible things will always happen in your life. Whether it's just a gap, and you're stuck for a week or five years, they make us who we are. Sometimes it may seem like the world is over, and there's no point in living, but it's not the end of the world. Most of us are teenagers who grew up to fast for our family to find out, and some of us have been thrown around our whole entire life, and I'm not going to sit here and tell you it gets better, because it doesn't. It never gets better. When terrible things happen, they're life lessons who make us who we are. Things may be tough but you have got to look past them and make situations the best that they can be, and always stay humble. Just because life has thrown you around doesn't mean you have got to be a dick to everyone around you. 

When bad things happen, our thoughts are clouded. We don't think properly but the truth is, every little thing you do will make you a great person, and whether you end up doing drugs or cutting yourself, even if you happen to be bent, when things surpass and you learn from them a strong person you become, and I think that that's the most important thing out there, to become wise and not live in a world of sorrow and grieve. 

Things would be so much different if Greece was still here, but then again I would probably not be the person I am today. The good never outweighs the bad of her death, but at the end of the day I can't bring the dead back. I promised myself a few months ago I'd stop living in the past and start living in the present. When you think your life is over, you don't realize how truly clouded your thoughts are, but then again, we are teenagers; we can't be broken. We're not afraid to fail because we can't be irreperably broken, like John Green says. Adults are afraid to fail but we can't. That's where you try again, and hopefully you find your path to get through the maze. 

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