Prelude

 What is that determines weather or not your a good person? Do the means justify the end, or is it in fact the end that justifies the means? Life for me, has been spent trying to answer these questions.
 My name is, Tomas Murdock, and I used to be a fairly normal sixteen year-old boy. I used to worry about only; my family, girls and school. Three years ago all of that changed, everything went from great to horrible in less than a minute when I walked in the door that day.
 I remember it like it was yesterday...it all started at school. Ya see, there was this girl...the most beautiful girl I had ever met. I never had the balls to walk up and talk to her because I didn't want to be shot down. Her name was Ariella Tores and she was Latina. Ariella had beautiful, long, straight, jet-black hair that seemed to have no end. Her skin was of a light brown complexion, which I swear had no flaws at all. But the best thing about her was her voice, I swear to this day that she had the voice of an Angel.
 Today, August the twenty-second, is the day I will ask her out.