Bluebell

John Green described people as paper and Sidney Hall described them as plastic, Theo described them as pawns on a chess board. There was always one winner at the end and life just depended on how each pawn was knocked off the board, how strategically, how easily, or how hard. Everything was just one huge, manipulative, confusing game. The reason she stands here though,-before an oncoming train- was not grief nor was it the confusion of which part she played in the great game of life. It was so much more.
And you ask, "how'd she wind up here?"
That's a story that can begin only from the very start.