So, since my motherboard crashed a month ago we had to get fixed, and that's why I haven't been writing:0 SORRY, but here is a new story. This is just the prologue, and I hope you enjoy, so read and review, tell me what you thing:)
This was never supposed to happen, she wasn't supposed to fall in love, hell she wasn't meant to fall in love. Her soul was damned, and everyone around her knew. Her short, cinnamon curls no longer bounced through the hallways, and her frosty blue eyes held unshed tears. It was useless to cry, it would do no good. She was stuck in her own little world. Every time she tried to break out of her own head someone got hurt, someone she loved. This story will progress you through the disaster that is Clare Edwards. From love, happiness, anger, betrayal, and death. I'm going to be straight forward with you here, I could be considered to be a part of her demise, but all that's lies. I'm just here to retell her story, to make sure that no one ever makes the same mistakes that she did, because it really would be a shame to have history repeat itself. Now, why don't I start from the beginning.
Clare Edwards was born on September 12, 1995. Her parents couldn't be happier, they had their second little girl. That was problem one. The eldest Edwards daughter, Darcy, was not one to take being pushed out of the spotlight lightly. She might have only been three, but she had already been spoiled. No matter what she wanted, she got it, and when Clare came around Darcy's world seemed to fall apart. Without exactly knowing it Darcy had swore to make Clare's life a living hell. Throughout the next few years Darcy actually seemed to grow on Clare. She forgot her jealous vow, and the two grew up like any other sisters. Helen and Randal Edwards slowly started to drift apart. The couple continually fought, but always seemed to work out their problems.
We stand now in the presence of a fourteen year old Clare. Her blue eyes were covered by unappealing glasses and her long sandy brown hair was pulled up into a messy, unattractive ponytail. Her school attire consisted of her old catholic school uniform, even though her new high school, Degrassi, didn't require uniforms. The previous year their family suffered a tragedy. While at a party Darcy had been drugged and date raped, and was later found in the girls locker room with a deep cut in her wrist. She decided it would be best to go to Kenya for awhile, and try to fix her "sins". In a way the vow that Darcy made when they were kids was still in effect, seeing as how she left Clare alone in what was soon to be her own living hell.
I promise the story isn't over yet kiddos. The drama has yet to start, and I promise you will be clinging to the edge of your seats. Who I am shouldn't concern you, I mean you can try to figure it out, but I don't officially come into the story for quite some time. I could play a big part in this play, but I also could be just a simple fly on the wall. Clare is in for one hell of a ride, so get on it if you are willing to go through it with her.
O.o teehee:) hope you enjoyed it.
P.S. sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes.