*journal*
Hi, I'm Juliet. I'm 14 years old, in high school living the best teenage life you could think of. Just kidding that was a joke.
I don't believe there is a "best teenage life" especially not mine. Everyday is different for me, I never really know how I feel about getting up one day I could be encredibly happy and the next I could be, like so sad I don't wanna move at all.
My best friend Catherine has been my best friend since day one. Sure we have our disagreements but she never really leaves. She knows to much to just leave me. Shes really funny and tells good jokes, she also helps me when I'm insanely sad and think I'm never going to smile again. Its like she's my cure.
Then there's my boyfriend, Michael. I swear he's probably the best person to walk the planet. He's basically my other half and I'd do anything to keep him happy. He's my other best friend probably, my automatic go to person. We've been together for almost 6 months and I can already see the rest of my life floating in his eyes. His big blue ocean like eyes.
Then there's my sisters. Chelsea and Sarah, Chelsea is older then me by 2 and a half years and Sarah is younger by a year. I'm really close with Chelsea and I'm fairly close with Sarah. I'd still take a bullet for either of them because there my sisters. I love them most of the time.
YOU ARE READING
Tragic
Non-FictionThis story is about and event that changed this poor girls whole life. She thought it would never get better but she thought wrong. Although the feeling was always there things weren't as bad as they seemed.
