PrefaceA Chapter by Pen The WillowsPreface
My life followed a simple pattern:
The pattern repeated. A constant cycle. Consistent, simple, easy, effortless. It was my life. I rarely had to lift a finger.
Even our moves were in an effortless pattern:
My part in the moves was as clear as crystal, once more, a pattern:
My life felt like unreality, a movie on fast forward. I've often wondered what key points would be included in a movie montage of my life; which points would someone elaborate upon and ... and, why.
I, myself, find that I remember the bad details of my life more easily than the good details, I can remember many of the argument I’ve cause and/or been a part of. I remember more of my injuries than my accomplishments.
Maybe that’s why my junior and senior years of high school stick out so much in the vast collection of memories from my life. So much changed during that time/ I like to think that’s when I figured out who I was.
When I’m gone, I want someone to read these words, and realize the struggles that I faced. Maybe someone will be able to figure out why and how this happened. To me, of all people! Maybe someone will be able to prevent this from ever happening again to anyone else. All I know is that some day, someone, somewhere, will learn something from this.
Sincerely,
Jaqueline Coriander
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