I wish I could tell you that my first story, Story of My Life, had a happy ending. I wish I could tell you that I got the guy and I got my friends back, and everything was okay.
Well, that's not what happened.
Sorry.
I haven't seen the guy since that night, my friends and I still fight a lot, and sometimes I'm left crying in the dark. But things have gotten better. Quite a lot, I must say. So I'm going to tell you about the better side of me.
With that said, here's a new, better story: The Other Story of My Life.
