Is it bad to think that maybe sometimes you could use some space or maybe just a friend. Do you number yourself by how many friends you have? Or how popular you are? Maybe how many A's you have in school? Well this is a story about a couple friends in a very small school. What's about to happen in this school will shock them. This is pure fiction and if you think it's plagiarism please trust me I don't want to steal other people's unique books. That's there idea not mine.

Hey. My name is Braelynn Evans. I'm supposed to be raped and murdered on February 17th of next year. But that's why I'm here; to tell you how that didn't happen. Let's start from the beginning... ------------------------------ Trigger warning! This story contains things about rape