One hundred.
That was all she needed to know that she had achieved everything she was living for.
100 points later and she'd finally know why everything had to happen the way it did, why life captivated hundreds of unpredictable moments that would change who she was as a person.
Her favorite were the people whose names were engraved onto her heart, a constant reminder of what she was there for. They were the kids whose voices echoed throughout the valleys close knit neighborhoods, night after night. She was there for them. With friends like that, life was a dream.
Although, it was a dangerous kind of love that she had for them. It was the kind of love where without them, it wouldn't be a known philosophy. She would be foreign to the idea itself.
It was the most beautiful, most violent, and pure type of love there was. Nobody had friends like the ones she had.
Status: 5 points
Five points for the friends who became family, the ones who gave her a common purpose in the dream they called life. Five points for the kids that tried, 95 to go.
