We all have stories to tell, some more exciting than others, but I think it's a matter of perspective, it depends on how you see things. Mine's an ordinary one, as ordinary as life gets. It's probably a plain book with a really plain cover, with a single word written as the title. It's probably called Jamie, sitting away on some shelf somewhere, getting dusty and yellowed with age. I think it's time to bring it down from the shelf, blow off the dust and open it up, to the point where I met Josh, because that's where my life truly began. And maybe, just maybe ordinary isn't ordinary at all...
"In my 19 years of life I never really experienced anything worth telling a story about. Usually when something exciting happened to me, which was rare, I'd sum up the key parts and move on. But then I died, and I finally had a story worth talking about. Anyway, how I died isn't too exciting. Just a basic car accident. You know, icy roads, snow coming down hard, a car slides into your lane and then boom. You're standing in the street watching some guy trying to shake you alive and all you can think is, "Damn, I'm dead." Although, I'm sure you've never experienced that, or else I'd be telling you this story face to face. Anyway, that guy begging me to wake up, he's pretty important, remember him. Now, let's get to the good stuff shall we? Because in all honesty, this story isn't about me, or my death, it's about Abigail and Zac. "
