alleviate || l.h

        Hello friends :-) This is like the first book I've ever actually written so just bear with me and enjoy! Here is the prolog of Alleviate!

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        Love. It's weird, isn't it? Like, okay, hear me out. We live our entire lives meeting and seeing tons of people and then suddenly BAM. There's this person in your life and they are absolutely amazing to you in every way, shape, and form. They are literally the epitome of perfection in your perspective. The weird thing is, you don't even know why. Sometimes, this process takes a while to realize. Sometimes, we despise this person at first and want to put their head in a blender. I get that. It happens. I've met my fair share of idiots in my 17 years of life. Most of them exist at my school. Like one time- okay, I'm going off topic.
        That's a common thing for me. Getting off topic, I mean. I always just start blathering on and on about random things when I'm nervous or don't know what to say. In 1st grade, the teacher tried sending me to the school psychologist to solve this problem. I mean what says "Welcome To School Where Everybody is Extremely Judgmental But Still Be Yourself and Fit In!" like being exiled from the class twice a week over the speaker for the entire elementary school to hear.
        The psychologist was a 50 year old frail lady who spent our entire session sitting in her spinny chair waving her hands around dramatically and asking me to hand her more tissues from the box I was holding in my lap that were supposed to be for me incase I got 'emotional'. She'd just tell me endless stories about her good-for-nothing cheating ex-husband. Honestly, all those sessions did was make me not trust boys more than I already did. I guess it was good for me, though, because I wasn't naive and I realized boys are nothing but dirty liars at a young age.
        Well that, and the fact that my lowlife dad left my mom and me when I was just a mere 3 years old to move all the way across the country and never make contact with me directly ever again. Oh, did I mention my little sister, Peyton, had just been born 4 months earlier? Yeah, well, she was. What a kind soul he is. Well, he still sends money for child support so I can't complain about that. A tremendous amount, may I add. He owns like this really big company and apparently that pays well. He doesn't seem to quite understand the quote, "money can't buy happiness". No matter how many millions of dollars he sends, it will never make up for the loss of never having a father figure in my life.         Basically, boys suck.
        Okay, the point of all of this is not to make you all hate the entire male species, I promise. It has a more sentimental meaning to it.
        You see, sometimes good things happen in life, and sometimes bad things happen. The point is, you can't let these bad things run your life and step all over you because eventually you'll get absolutely mutilated by them. I'm here to tell you that good things happen. They actually do, like I'm not even kidding. They are absolutely astounding and need to be told to others so they realize they happen, and life is not always a dark pit of homework and demonic human-beings. These stories need to be told as I am doing right now, as you can see. Or read, I should say. Unless this gets made into a movie. Nah, movies nowadays are much too predictable. And this, this story, is anything but predictable, well, in my point of view atleast.