
This is the last year of high school for Willow Malarky. She expected it to be like the other past years. Bland and boring where her first instinct is 'to get this over with.' But things change, change is difficult but change is hard to think of until that change becomes your life. There's things she'd promised not to ever do because of the past. The dreadful past that caused so much. Because the past always has an affect on the present. She finds herself learning more about her brothers friends, who in years of them randomly in her home she never thought she'd care much about. They happened to be the jocks, she'd known them in a short period of time but had grown to love them. They weren't who she thought they'd be. Totally different actually, with stories of their own. Stories that broke them, stories that destroyed them, stories that define them and stories that made them. They weren't just her brothers best friends after all. The future, the time or a period of time following the moment of speaking or writing; time regarded as still to come. But in Willow's case, the future is something she thought would've been better than the present. We hold on to the future thinking it would be better than right now. But what if right now is the best things can be. I guess, the future is just uncanny.All Rights Reserved