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Chapter 1: This Is No Fairytale

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Maybe I was never the one to believe in happy endings or fairytales like my mother did before her and my father's death. Maybe I never believed in those things simply because my life was a never ending sob story filled with the usual suffering and heartache.

But the question I ask you is do you believe in happy endings? More importantly will you still believe in them after this story ends?

Remember this question, for after the end you may just change your mind on those happily ever afters. None of it made sense to me at the time so I suggest you listen very carefully because no one knew what was soon to be.

Sadly, my parents are not here today to see my life change ever so drastically due to a drunk driver. So I, Kyla Daniels live with my brother and grandmother, enjoying life one bloodcurdling moment at a time, which leads us to exactly where this story takes place. . .

Present time,
Santa Cruz, California

"I don't think anyone is as excited as you to go back to that. . .school." Riley chuckles and Chloe joins in.

When my parents died, Riley and Chloe whom have been much like sisters to me since I was practically in diapers, were there for me like no one else; not even my brother could be.

Riley is your all American teenager, she's tough, she doesn't try to be, she just—is. Maybe that's why guys don't always throw themselves at her natural beauty. But I've always been jealous of her compelling hazel, almost deep green eyes.

"Let's just say this summer has not been the most enjoyable summer." I lower my eyes upon the dewy grass that sticks to my feet as we sway slowly on the squeaky swings.

The midnight air chills my skin as the night grows colder each second. My friends faces fall and the swings comes to a halt. "I'm sorry Ky. I know it was hard losing your parents. I can't imagine." Chloe sighs before suddenly jumping to her feet and helping me off the swing.

Chloe, unlike Riley and I, wears her platinum blonde hair with pride. It's pencil thin and has a tendency to attract many needy hands. Chloe never has been one for sports or outdoorsy kinds of things. She's more into fashion and world peace. Her stunning blue eyes bring joy to the room without her even trying.

     The streetlights flicker above us as we pass the still and quiet suburban houses full of happy families and happy children. A restful home is spotted up ahead after a couple minutes of strolling down the secluded sidewalks. The windows are dark and no light is emitting from deep within, it's a house I'm forced to live in.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow." I wave them goodbye before heading over to the tree beside my opened window. It's not an easy or graceful obstacle but I slide in nonetheless and land with a thunk on my bedroom floor.

Scrolling through my phone once I've freshened up and gotten ready for bed, I see that social media is buzzing with everyone's summer goodbyes and fulfilled quests while I spent the summer mourning my dead parents.

I was supposed to go to parties and travel with my friends but somehow that was the last thing that ended up happening. That's all about to end right now. I've had two months to mourn and although I am not entirely healed, no one and nothing is going to stop me from getting myself back. I will do anything to find her again.