Noooow it's the last chapter.
Clare's POV
I'm still Clare Edwards, but I'm a very changed Clare Edwards. Back to a time when I had no regrets, and just wanted to live my life starts again now. I know I'm not perfect this time, but god isn't asking for perfection, he's asking for us to live for him.
Sitting here at the Dot with Eli made me not regret anything. From the ravine with Reese, to the cutting, and to everything that is going to follow after this moment. I know it may sound cheesy, but everything happens for a reason. And this reason was to make me the strong person I am now.
We all know the crap I've been through, and we all knew that my purity ring was long gone, but I promised myself and god to never again have sex before marriage, because I think we all know that that would just not be good for me or anyone else.
But this time I thought that god had a sense of humor. Maybe he does. Maybe he just wanted to show me life, and then just laugh about it with me in the end.
But now since I'm at school, after a peaceful cup of coffee with Eli, I need to focus on more important things: Like how I'm going to make up for all the work I missed during my state of hopelessness.
Our first classes are separate. Chemistry for me, Calculus for Eli. A small kiss good-bye, and then head off to my class so I can beg and plea for a chance at a new grade.
"Is there any way I can raise my grade?" I ask my teacher who has her pen in her mouth and her hands scouring across the desk.
She takes her pen out of her mouth before she speaks. "I know you are capable of doing better work," She starts. "I mean, you are Clare Edwards, but I want you to prove it. I'll count this last assignment as seventy percent of your final grade."
"I won't let you down this time," I assure her.
As the day flew by and English creped in, I took my seat, picked up my pencil, and took a quick look-over at my paper sat on my desk.
In a nut shell, the paper said that we could write whatever we wanted, but had to be something of the senses. Something we've done, or have the ability to do.
As I pick up my pencil, and hit the paper with it, I write:
The ability to change.
Change is most certainly a good thing. I legitimately remind myself everyday of that. The only thing wrong with change is letting that happen to you, and you take the risk of that being for better or for worse.
I think we all know I've changed a lot over the years. From the school uniforms, to the mending after my father had past, things have changed, but I think that's a good thing. Everything happens for a reason, and this reason being to show me what I'm missing, and to let it all go, even if it was the biggest regret of your life.
So now I've realized that I have no regrets, and that living my life is all I need to do right now. I've learned to enjoy the simple things. For the most part, I've learned that even the best may fall sometimes.