The truth about forever

Chapter 1

It all started on February 16, 1994.

My parents, Lilian Sexton, and Kyle Varner had a baby at the young age of eighteen. They were one of those people who fell in love at 18.

My mother always told me about when she was pregnant with me, the weird cravings, the day i first kicked, the day she went into labor and was like, oh shit.

She told me how my dad had gotten baby jitters just a couple of days before i was born and left her all alone.

She always told me how much she regretted even getting pregnant until she saw me. She said when she saw me, all the regret she had before vanished before her eyes and she realized that all the pain she had went through before was worth it because she now had the most precious gift any human could ever want, and that was me.

When i started talking all i did was sing. My mum told me that i would walk around the house singing jibberish at the age of 1. I also loved to dance. I took ballet at only 2 years old and loved every minute of it.

I was a musical baby, thats it. I learned how to play guitar, piano, flute, and bass between the ages 5-9. When i started kindergarten at age 5, i knew what i wanted to be when i grew up. A preformer, if that didn't work, then i would dance. If dancing didn't work, then i would just sing.

I planned my whole life out. When i was 12 i made my first YouTube video of me singing. I actually sang the song my mom always sang, I miss you by Blink 182.

I played the song with my dad's oversized guitar that he had left with my mom way back when. It was black and looked like it was two times bigger than me.

I nailed the song and soon became an internet sensation along with this guy also from YouTube who's account name was, Hemmo1996.

He was an amazing singer. He blew me away with all of his covers of songs.

We began talking over internet and soon became long distant friends who lived across the earth from one another.

I was 13 when my mum died suddenly from a car crash. My life and my dreams went out the window that day. The funeral was devastating. I felt as if someone was there. Watching me with there big eyes.

I played Iris by the goo goo dolls at the funeral with my dad's old guitar. But that's when i felt it. I felt that my dad was here right now.

I never found him after that. Living with my grandma was hard, too. I had to take care of her everyday.

And when i was 15 she had a heart attack and died. Everyone wasn't that sad because it was going to happen eventually. I mean, she was 85. When she was a whole lot younger, she was really beautiful. Her curly blonde hair fell to her shoulders, and those brown eyes that she had made her get anything she wanted.  As time went by,  her hair became grey and her brown eyes looked so lifeless.

And this is where we can finally start the actual story.

The story that has never been told before.

My story.