"I wouldn't dare forget you."
Beck's POV
I just couldn't believe I told her I'd tell her. I'd never told anybody before. She's think I was crazy, or knowing Jade, she's think I was making too big a deal of all this.
The time ticked past so slowly that evening, and I realised I hadn't given her a time to meet me.
After about three hours of me panicking after school, Jade finally showed up. (I just hope she ignores the 50 or so messages I left on her home phone).
"Hey." How could she be so calm? I was about to confess my biggest secret to her and all she had to say was 'hey',
"Hey!" I replied, (see, mine had an exclamation point.)
"Jade" There, I had answered her earlier question, but I still didn't think she was ready to know that yet.
"I don't have a sister."
"Well, duh."
"I did." Jade fell silent, she looked at me.
"Remember I moved here after my house burned down." I looked at her. "She died that night, at midnight, it was November 15th." My eyes started to tear up.
"She was 13 going on 17, old for her age. She could always make me laugh, make me smile. She was the only real family I had left, I mean, I loved my foster parents, but it wasn't the same. I should have been there for her, protected her." I was full out crying now.
"Beck." Jade said, desperately trying to calm me down. Normally it was the other way round.
"As she died, she asked me not to forget her; I told her I wouldn't dare. That's where I was yesterday, laying flowers on her grave. Today would be her fifteenth birthday, so I laid fifteen flowers on her grave. I do every month as well, not just November, but November is the most important.
"I can't forget her."