Fourteen Days Later
Lucas Friar POV
I'm walking home from school. It's two weeks after two of my best friends committed suicide together. I'm still not over it. Every time I look at their two empty desks in the front of the room, the grief hits me again in fresh waves. I can't even look at Farkle anymore. I'm getting into trouble every day now. I spend more time in detention than out of it. I lost all of my friends and I'm failing all of my classes.
I never realized until now how much different my life had become, all because Iost two of my best friends. I keep walking and thinking until I reach my house, where I find a shoebox sized package on the front porch. It was addressed to me. I take the package to my room and open it with a pair of scissors. I open the package to find seven audio tapes wrapped in bubble wrap. Each tape has a deep purple number in the upper right hand corner on both sides, each side with it's own number. One and two on one tape, three and four on another, and so on and so forth. The last tape has thirteen and fourteen on each side.
But I wonder who sent it. Who would send me a box of audiotapes? Who could possibly know that my dad gave me his old Walkman for my birthday last year?
Regardless, I run up to my room and popped the first tape into the Walkman, and press play. And the tape starts rolling.
AN: Decided to leave this one on a cliffy. Don't worry, not every chapter is this short. Reviews are appreciated!
Disclaimer:
Me: Hey Maya, do I own Girl Meets World or Th1rteen R3asons?
Maya: No. Now can I get back to the afterlife?
Me: Of course not! You still have a story to finish.
Maya: *grumbles*
