"Be confident. Too many days are wasted comparing ourselves to others and wishing to be something we aren't. Everybody has their own strengths and weaknesses, and it is only when you accept, everything you are and everything you aren't that you will truly succeed in life..." This was the last thing my mother told me before she moved on. I try to do that, honestly, I do, but most of the time I don't. Rachel Craig, a sixteen year old, finds life alone hard. Never staying in one place too long, fearing she was going to be caught by the police and sent away. Observing others and staying in the shadows is what she does. She was taught to do that. Whilst observing, she looks at the smiling faces of other teenage girls hanging out with their friends and families which made her think about her own difficult situation. They look like they don't have any problems and act as carefree as the wind. They think life is easy and forgiving, they think the world is kind and peaceful. Oh boy, how wrong are they? This world is a harsh and cruel place to live in, why won't they open their eyes and realize before its to late? Whilst observing once, she spotted a group of teenagers, all having a unique feature. She didn't think about it to much, but she never thought her life would change as they noticed her staring at them.

1 girl 1 necklace searching for her other half, the love of her life what happens when her flight crashes? When she finally finds her half? What happens when he loses his love for her? Will she give up on him also? Will all of those years spent searching for him have all been for nothing? "But its you" I whisperd feeling my eyes pool with unshed tears. "I. Don't. Love. You. Anymore. Do you need me to spell that too?" Max responded irritated at the girl infront of him.

What if? What do you do when one day you get a call from your best friends mother, crying and trying to tell you that her son, your best friend, was just found dead on the ocean shore line. And you find out that he had done it on purpose. That he had commit suicide. What if I just asked him how he was? What if I asked if he was OK, or wanted to talk? What if I asked him if he had any problems going on?What if I payed more attention to the bags under his eyes that seemed to grow bigger and darker by the day?What if I asked him why he had become more shy, reserved? What if I asked him why he was always looking behind him?What if I payed more attention to the bruises on his arms and face that he would get every so often?Would he still be here with me on this gloomy day, playing video games with me?What if.. what if he did it because of me?I just can't help but think, what if he did it.. because of me? What if? *Currently Editing.*