How, how do you live on? When the girl you love, marry even, and your best friend (who is also a girl), Thelma and Lousie themselves of some cliff in Westchester because their in love? How do you move on? Especially when everyone is questioning you, especially since they wrote a note saying it's your fault? Hi, my name is Greg and this is my sucky life story of that time when my best friend and girlfriend were sleeping together and someone found out.
It was a rainy afternoon, very cliché I know but I was still happy. In two months I was off to collage and away from the hellhole called my town. I know what your thinking, wow this is so fun, we can now read some depressed guys story about his boring life. Well a) that’s rude and b)… getting off topic. I’m 18 “grown up” as some kids would say, but I personally think that your truly not grown up until you go to collage and experience freedom. I live in the small town of White Cliff Bay in Connecticut, in the middle of nowhere USA as my best friend used to say. I used to love my little town White Cliff but that all changed when they died. By they I mean Hanna and Georgia. My best friend and my girlfriend, gosh I’m just so full of cliché’s today. Them together, them kissing and having sex and god almighty them driving off a cliff because stupid Aria Falanis found out, the quiet girl, who walked around with the “I screwed George the Miller” on her backpack for a day before a teacher told her; George the Miller being our school mascot. God almighty. If I knew I would have been ok. That’s a total lie but I would have gotten over it. Erica put that sign on her back. She’s the Goth girl in our school and my other best friend. Hanna and her had a little something against her, I guess because she found out. Erica had always known but never told me. They both terrorized Aria for months before Hanna had died. I guess it was because she knew. I don’t know anything anymore. Who is lying, who isn’t. I guess I'm just nieve on the thought of love. When reading in english class you read about these great loves like Romeo and Juliet, or in real life as well. My parents are high school sweet hearts and still have the love of teenagers. They were best friends growing up and started to date in 10th grade. They even tied for validictorian and argued on graduation day in front of everyone that the other should take the tittle. My mom and dad both went to the same collage and grad school. There both famouscriminal lawyers and want me to be one too. I want to be a physics teacher. Well, I used to want to be with Georgia. We were going to be the math and science teachers at the elementary school we went to as kids.
We were so nieve; I was so nieve.
