Everyone cries once in a life time. That's what my mum used to say. But she did always say some stupid things so I never knew what was true or false. In the end I would just ignore the advice she gave me and smile. It meant I moved on with out taking anything she said in and it kept arguments cause I smiled at her. My way of living life. Argument free, just the way I like. So the last year I just had I hated. Full of arguments, hatred and deaths. I watched people I cared about die in front of my eyes, all because of my choices in the last year. Everyone cries once in a life time, never thought I would be the one to make them cry.

Jan 1 2016

( For the next person to write)

It all started when my grandma gave me the pearl necklace. The "cursed one", little did I know it was... I also got to meet Trev which lead to my ultimate demise. As the fireworks went off I bumped into a glass of water and then Trev caught it. "Happy new years clumsy one." I blushed as he said that. "Bethany right?" "Yeah." "See you around." "You too." Even to this day that conversation plays in my mind. I always imagined if I did that differentnly. Maybe everything would be ok. But fate always stays on track, so with that I'll write some more tommroow. The next date I can remember is
Feb 14, 2016 (Valentines Day)

FROM TREVS POINT OF VIEW

I knew it from the first time I heard her laugh. It was a bubbly sort of laugh, various tones blending together to create a note that seemed to freeze time, and again and again I allowed myself to become entrapped by it, a baked smile on my face and a glazed look in my eyes. She really was beautiful. I loved the way her brown hair dashed wildly from her head to her shoulders, as if her hair wasn’t following a particular set of directions, and rather happened to fall in a series of perfect coincidences. Her eyes had a way of holding your attention, as if every word she said had never been said before and would never be said again, and there was a certain twinkle about her eyes whenever she smiled, and when we kissed. Her lips were a rosy shade of red, and her kisses were soft, each one containing a promise and a flirty tease. I knew from the first time I heard her laugh.