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Preface.Time keeps going by; second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour.
Days turn into weeks, weeks to months, and months to years.
Accidents occur one tragedy after the next.
What's done is done, and can't be erased. Or can it?
Remember -Beth-Remember the day I first met you, dreading being the one having to show you around. Afraid that you would move onto the 'popular' group, like so many before you. I'm glad I was wrong.
Remember how we'd write in maths, ignoring the teacher when she told us to put it away. Our story is 9 pages long, with no ending, and so many possibilities.
Remember the times that we sung together, laughing uncontrollably when Brownie humped the door. The boys would do anything to make us lose concentration, and that's how it should be.
Remember jumping into the photo booths with our other friends. You had to tell us what to do, 'cause we didn't know, it was our first time. Then we forced you to ride the pigs with us, even though you didn't want to.
Remember me sleeping over, playing sing star in the early hours of the morning. I bet your high score on Zombie Cranberries, and that score still remains, no matter how hard you try.
Remember us getting calls from Samuel while he was in London, I trie
Disapperance -4-Chapter Four
"You scraggly little whore, how dare you accuse Nikolai of ever liking you?" I yelled into Bianca's face. "Deep down you know that he has, and still does, tramp!" She yelled in retort.
That was the last straw. My clenched fist smacked right into her perfect nose. Bianca looked up with pure hatred, and ran towards me.
Isn't it funny how whenever something bad happens, time seems to slow down?
From the moment she lunged at me, everything was in slow motion. I watched every second go past before my eyes.
I looked over in the crowd, studied every face. Friends of mine, people I once knew, who I had once gone to school with crowded around watching the fight. I spotted Nikolai in the crowd, however, instead of excitement like everyone else, worry, and maybe even fear covered his face.
I looked back just before Bianca fell on top of me. Obviously she had not thrown a single punch in her entire life, because her fist missed. I laughed. I went to lunge at her again, to make
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