But as life played out, I was a really normal teenager.
A ‘perfect’ family, two amazing best friends—one of them couldn’t even talk so he never judge me–and good grades that were sure to take me to college one day.
But then life decided to slap me in the face, and I met Harren Moore–
“Hey, I’m not that bad!”
“Harren, what the hell are you doing in my thoughts? This is my story you idiot!”
“Oh, come on. This is our story, can I help you tell it?”
“No! This is a first person narrative! And this isn’t our anything! Now stop it and go take care of a training class... or something.”
“Fine, Bye. Love you,”
“... Love you too.”
Now that he’s out out of the way, let’s begin, shall we?