Love is Unwritten says: Hello People! I think you'd like to know that this WHOLE STORY starts from Cassette 7: Side A in your lovely copy of Thirteen Reasons Why. Even if you don't own this book...i recommend that you read it before you read this...common sense alert! If you don't own the book I'm sure you will remember this part of the book. In-somewhat-the middle of the chapter, it doesn't copy the book. I branch out on my own. It begins like this...

Disclaimer: I do not own Thirteen Reasons Why. That pleasure belongs to Jay Asher.

Chapter One...ish

Eisenhower Park was empty. I stand silently at the entrance, taking it all in. This is where I'll spend the night. Where I'll listen to the last words Hannah Baker wants to say before I let myself fall asleep.

Lampposts stand in various play areas, but most of the bulbs are either burnt out or busted. The bottom half of the rocket slide is hidden in darkness. But near the top, where the rocket climbs higher than the swings and the trees, moonlight hits the metal bars all the way up to the peak.

I step onto an area of sand surrounding the rocket. I duck beneath its bottom platform, lifted up from the ground by three large metal fins. Above me, a circle the size of a manhole is cut into the lowest level. A metal ladder descends to the sand.

When I stand up, my shoulders poke through the hole. With my good hand, I grip the lip of the circle and climb to the first platform.

I reach into my jacket pocket and press Play.

Play

One...last...try.

She's whispering. The recorder is close to her mouth and with each break in her words I can hear her breathe.

I'm giving life one more chance. And this time, I'm getting help. I'm asking for help because I cannot do htis alone. I've tried that.

You didn't, Hannah. I was there for you and you told me to leave.

Of course, if you're listening to this, I failed. Or he failed. And if he fails, the deal is sealed.

My throat tightens, and I start climbing up the next ladder.

Only one person stands between you and this collection of audiotapes: Mr. Porter.

No! He cannot know about this.

Hannah and I both have Mr. Porter for first-period English. I see him everyday. I do not want him to know about this. Not about me. Not about anyone. To bring an adult into this, someone from school, is beyond what I imagined.

I reach into my jacket pocket and press Pause.

Pause

I can't continue yet.

I need a breather.

I stare out into the tree line. It's the park's boundary and I used to find it beautiful. But now...it made me sick. I didn't want to be hear now. I didn't want to be in the place where Justin and Hannah had their first kiss with each other. That was just disturbing to think about. Justin...ew. Justin let Jessica get raped. He let it happen! I'm going to punch him; hard. I would have to punch: Justin, Bryce, Tyler, and Marcus. Everyone single one of those basters would be pounded.

This didn't sound like me. I was 'Nice Guy Clay', right? Well, now that I realized that Hannah was...gone...I didn't want to be nice anymore.

Suddenly, I saw a flash of silver in the tree line. It didn't look like anything small. It looked like it was flowing through the trees...like a kite or a wave.

I slowly climbed down to the first platform and then down to the sandy ground. I walked quitely to the tree line and peered inside.

I gasped at what I saw.

Ohhhhh, cliffhanger! Don't you love them? I know I do! I'm super sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but y'know it's the first one so it's got to be short, sweet, and to the point! After this chapter, there isn't going to be quotes DIRECTLY from the book. I'm branching out know.

Says,

Love is Unwritten