I used to believe that hell was a place below the ground, I was wrong. Then again I was wrong about a lot of things back then. Maybe I'm starting to get ahead of myself, maybe your wondering what on earth I am talking about, well let me begin in the beginning of my story, to the beging when I became a special victim.
Let me begin by saying my name, Lysandra, I know weird…right? Anyway I was your typical teen: loud, funny, happy and full of life. I was also your typical California dreamgirl (Pretty ironic since I live in Canada!): I was 5'4, beach blonde hair, and the bluest eyes you could ever have imagined… that was what I used to look like, before the accident.
I guess it all began when I entered my last year in highschool, I was sixteen, had lots of friends, wasn't a geek, yet wasn't popular… life was good….
Flash Back
"Hey, Lysandra, you all pumped up for a new year" Becky said
Ahh yes good old Becky, always cheerful, and my best friend. Honestly if we weren't seen together you would have been in a state of shock, if you knew me back then. I mean we went every where together, we even went fishing together… in the middle of winter, but that's another story.
"Well I'm not. I haven't even reviewed our chemistry notes from last year." replied Megan.
By now you probably have assessed that Megan is the "geek" in our little group of friends, but hey it's always good to have a friend that is smart.
"HELLO… earth to Lysandra!" said Claire.
Claire as you can probably tell is the upfront one. Seriously if she doesn't like what your doing, she wont be afraid to tell you.