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Prologue

I once felt that we all had our one story. Our one story defining who we are and what we are; a story written for us telling us our one purpose, what were going to do, who we are going to love. But I lost that feeling a long time ago when my sister died. My whole world started to crumble;leaving me standing in the middle of it. My mom wen't into this depression stage becoming completely aloof to everything. My dad was constantly at work trying to make sure that all the bills were going to be paid on time. Then there was me; Billi meant the whole world to me, she was my little sister for crying out loud! We did everything together; we went to the beach, the park, I even took her to school. When she needed help on her homework I was always there for her. She was only 12 years old.  She couldn't wait to turn 13 and become a teenager; but now she never can. Now she can never have her first kiss or go to her senior prom.  A week before the accident we were taking a walk around the lake throwing bread at the ducks. I just stared at her for a moment thinking how beautiful and amazing she's going to be when she's older. Her long, wavy brown hair flowing past her shoulders;wearing a beautiful yellow sundress that compliments her hazel eyes; her delicate full pink lips pressed into this precious smile with every tooth showing. Yep, she was going to be a jaw-dropper, especially since she has mom's long legs and dad's permanent pink cheeks. But I will never get to see the other side of beautiful Billi. Instead of dealing with the pain, I decided to move from my small home in New Hampshire to my Aunt Wilma's house in Pennsylvania. My parents thought it was best for all of us.