Teen Angst: The Novel

PROLOGUE

LOVE IS NOT A STRONG ENOUGH WORD TO DESCRIBE HOW I FELT ABOUT HER. SHE MEANT EVERYTHING TO ME. SHE BECAME MY EXISTING, THE AIR IN MY LUNGS; I COULD BREATHE HER IN AND OUT. I DON'T THINK LOVE IS FITTING ENOUGH WHEN I'M TALKING ABOUT MY REASON FOR BEING HERE TODAY.
MY NAME IS LUCAS HARPER. TO BEGIN THIS STORY OF TRAGEDY WE NEED TO START WITH TRAGEDY. I KNOW THAT IT'S A WEIRD FORMULA AND EVEN STRANGER FOR YOUR PROTAGONIST TO BE SPEAKING DIRECTLY TO YOU, BUT THIS IS THE PROLOUGE. IT'S NOT LIKE ANYONE GIVES A FUCK OR EVEN READS THESE THINGS.
OH AND SHE DIES BY THE END. BE READY, FUCKERS. YOU'RE IN FOR ONE HELL OF A RIDE.