Wildly in love

SOME WORDS BEFORE THE BOOK STARTS.

Okay, so hello, people of Earth! I decided to write this book and to complete it then to publish it. Seems a bit more relevant, makes more sense and when I start writing something, I become a couch potato and can't be arsed to write more. So, I write this and then publish it so I will make sure you will read it and won't wait for updates, like my previous book(s). This book might bring you emotions, I will try my best to make it as realistic as possible, not some teen-fiction, but I will obviously add cliché things too, to make you crave for more.

That's all I guess,

Enjoy!

- Anna.

PROLOGUE

Before Winter, I can admit the weather was amazing. You didn't even feel that it's going to be Winter. It was a beautiful Autumn, green apples everywhere, delicious grapes, and different Autumn fruits and foods. And let's don't forget Thanks Giving, I had a great time by then. Everyone was cheerful and we didn't even cared about what was going to happen in October. Tragedy hit. My lovely sister, Carrie Ann, passed away because of a awful disease: lung cancer. On the night she was struggling to be alive, the cancer took over her body and she passed out. She was ten years old. I was the big sister she always loved, but now, I am not that sister. Infact, I'm not a sister anymore and God, I miss the times me and Carrie Ann used to play outside, whether it was raining or not, we loved playing. It didn't matter that I was five years older than her. Not at all. All I wanted was my sister back, and although I knew this won't happen, I still have that small hope. Still missing her, my baby sister, I remember the times I used to carry her and once, I was about seven, we both fell really bad from the swings. It was unbearable but we couldn't stop laughing. It was funny.

Since she died, I have been pretty anti-social. Always went to her grave, bringing flowers and bursting into tears.

"Carrie Ann... I miss you so much."

We always loved saying how much we missed eachother after school. Always hugged and always told secrets. Once, I remember I told her I like this boy: Derek. Although she was small, she understood how life goes and same as love. She was smart for her age, and always knew what to say and when to say.

Being fifteen without my caring sister sucks.

I need her. But I know she won't come back. Unfortunately.