Prologue
Being a teenager is difficult enough without having to worry about death.
I was like every other teenager out there. I worried about when I’d be able to get my English paper done, or what outfit I should wear to the party on Saturday night. No teenager thinks that they’re going to die, I know I didn’t. What I mean to say is, that sixteen year olds just shouldn’t die, and that it’s a cruel stroke of nature when one does. There they were, minding their own business when out of nowhere, death comes and snatches away every chance they would’ve had at achieving their dreams. Their dream of finally finishing school, of picking the right career path, their wish of falling in love and having a family; simple dreams that they lose. Plenty of teenagers lose these chances daily, but I never thought that I’d be one of them. Nothing like that was supposed to happen to me, I had the perfect life. I was the most popular girl in school, my grades were impeccable, and my boyfriend was the quarterback of the football team. I had everything until I wound up dead.
