2015. That was supposed to be the year of dreams for us. The Titanic 2 was going to make its maiden voyage next year and I already had tickets. We were graduating this year. Heck even Kerstin was starting to like someone. All in all everything was pretty normal. Well as normal as we can get, I mean we are enrolled in a seriously kick ass art school in Edmonton.
Not a lot had been happening for a bit, if you don't count that nasty full that was going around. Hell so many of the staff at The Edmonton International School for the Arts had it they had shut down school until further notice. It was a little wired, but hey, I'm not complaining. So Taylor had called up our friend Zoë, who happened to live in Texas, and asked her if she was up for visiting us. Zoë told her that she was pretty sure she could because school was currently out for her do to the sickness that had spread like wildfire through it.
I found it a bit odd that both of our schools were on temporary shutdown, but I never really thought twice about it. Now I wish I had. On top of that I'm positive my grade nine L.A. teacher would kill me for "not digging deeper."
After we found out what time Zoë's plane landing we automatically made Kia go pick her up. I think she was angry because Zoë's plane landed at 2 in the morning. Ah whatever, as long as it wasn't me. The night Kia picked her up she went straight to Danielle's house, dropped her off and left. Danielle, being the kind hearted, juice box carrying girl she was, was more than happy to let Zoë stay with her.
What the point of this is though is not to tell you what happened before the first incident but what the chain of events that happened afterwards. My name is Courtney Millar and this is my story.