unexpected { clay jensen } *MAJOR EDITING*

1 > Introducion

Well hello there. My name is Alana Josephine Baker. Yes, i am Hannah Baker's sister. When i was nine years old, Hannah and I gotten along really well. We played our Barbie's house, we danced with each other and even we once liked a same guy.

But not until as we get older. Mom and Dad was treating her more better than me. Everytime Hannah do something wrong, they'd accused me.

*FLASHBACK*

"Hannah you can get another cup by yourself! This is mine." I argued.

She was holding mine and get too lazy to grab her's.

"No you can get it, Al. I'm older than you, you should treat me well." She rolled her eyes.

I found the urge to hold my cups back hardly, and then that's when it cracked.

A thung loud sounds hit the ground.

There was a piece of cup that I was trying to reaching in before Mom or Dad gets in.

It was no use.

"Alana! What!" Mom shouted.

She looks at me angrily.

"Mom look, it's not me-" I apologized.

"No it was clear that you're holding this piece of glass." She explained hotly while Hannah's rubbing my mother's back.

"Don't you wanna tell her?" I glared at Hannah hotly.

"Tell her what?" She asked back.

"That you're the one who started it!"

"Enough, Alana! You can't accused you're sister. Now get back to your room and don't comeback not until when I told you so."

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

You see, I'm always the one who get blame.

Before Hannah died, she spent time with herself writing a journal or crying. I never got a chance to asked her why, I was never be a good person to her.

Hannah, she's a good person. She's kind, beautiful and she's loyal. She's the type of person who'd be there for you when you have a nightmare and ask for a company at 2 AM. She will always be there when you need her. And that's why everyone love her, not me.

Enough with my stupid rants, without Hannah life means nothing to me.