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So, if you're reading this post (I doubt anyone is but anyway) then could you please do me a massive favour and check out my story :D it would mean so much to me as I'm just newish, but yeah :) If you want, check my profile out on Wattpad, at www.wattpad.com/user/annngiee_

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Blurb:

16 year old Kelley swore to her best friend, she swore to herself, that she wouldn't cry. And she hasn't. Her Mom cried. Her Dad and her 'Aunt' Liz and 'Uncle' Conner cried. Even Julianne cried. But then, none of them made the promise to Clara that she did. It was only her and Paul that didn't cry. But then Paul was a cat.

A month has passed but Kelley still doesn't think she's gotten over it. Between missing her best friend's funeral and failing her Advanced Calculus Exam, she's barely holding on by a thread. So add two perfect guys, some romance, some heartbreak, a world of supernatural beings, a ghostly stalker and a universe with a twisted sense of humour into the mix, will Kelley ever really come to terms with the tragedy that tore her whole world apart? 

Dear 2013

Hi. 

So, it's the first of January. 2014. Does that scare anyone else? Or is it just me who is creeped out by how fast time is passing. One minute I'm screaming and jumping and counting down until 2013, surrounded by family and friends, and the next I'm sitting on the couch watching the New Years Eve fireworks on my TV,  sending 'I'm sooooo bored' snapchats to anyone who'll open them. It funny how much can change in a year, isn't it? 

2013 was the year that I was sure that everything was going to change. New school, new mind set and a page full of New Years Resolutions up my sleeve. But, those were things like, keep my room tidy, or feed the cat every morning, or wake up before 10am everyday. Yep, they were pointless and extremely unrealistic, even when my alarm clock went off at 6:30am every morning, I would whack it, roll over and sleep until I was sure to be late for school. And don't even get me started to the keeping my room tidy one. It's near on impossible! 

So this year, I've made some different Resolutions. And there's five to them, to be exact. 1. I'm going to stop procrastinating. 2. I'm not going to cower away from my problems, but I'm going to face them and stare them in the eyes until they run cowering away. 3. I'm going to be optimistic, and laugh more.  4. I'm not going to judge a book by its cover, in any sense. And 5. I'm going to be confident. Confident in myself and my abilities, I'm not going to second guess myself, and I'm not going to deny compliments, if I think they're true and sincere, instead I'm going to say, 'Yeah, I am pretty good at that'. 

But, aside from failed New Years Resolution and too much teenage girl drama that should be healthy, I did it. I survived 2013. The year that was probably the most unlucky in existence, I mean, there was two Friday the Thirteenth's, (thank the Lord I wasn't at a summer camp), in a year with a thirteen in it. How more unlucky can you get? So, I have a few little things that I would like to say to the year 2013, if anyone's listening. But I suppose I'm still going to say it no matter if anyone is paying any attention. So, here it goes. 

Dear 2013, 

You were the year in which everything fell apart. You knocked me on my ass so many times that I wasn't sure if and I would be able to get up. Yeah, I'm fairly sure you broke my backbone, and not just in the physical sense. You stripped me off all my self-confidence, and then forced me into situations where it was required. I honestly though that you were just some big comic joke designed purely to embarrass and trip me over. You were the year that everything turned to sh*t, anything that I attempted epically failed, and you made sure it was in front of the largest crowd you could manage every time. And for the most part, I wanted to just stay in my bed all day watching Rom-Com's an eating ice cream, while the weather seemed to fit my mood perfectly. As in, rain, rain, thunderstorms, and more freaking rain. 

I was sure that I hated you. I wished for you demise more often than I think is healthy, and I complained about you at every chance I got. Maybe you were just bad Karma, coming back at me and kicking me in the ass for all the bad things that I'd done in the past, just like Mum said you would. Oh well. But then my birthday came around. And that was, finally, when things started to look up. 

I had a pretty solid group of friends, who I was pretty sure weren't leaving me anytime soon, and no real enemies. For the first time since 12:0am1 on the first of January 2013, things were looking up. It started to rain less, and it was as if all my plea's were being recognised, it went from May to June to July and soon enough everything was whizzing past me. That was when I wanted everything to slow back down again. Friend were leaving for other countries, and I wanted to spend as much time with them as I could, the days were going fast, and I barely had enough time to think, one less day with her, or one more day until this. It was then that I wanted to stop wasting time and actually do something productive. I waned to tell people that I had beaten you, that I got knocked over too many times to count, but I got up, after every single one of them. 

You were the year that I joined Wattpad, a place where I could be my socially awkward self and not be judged because chances were, anyone who I spoke to on there was as weird as me. They didn't know every one of my faults and couldn't judge me for them, but even when I needed a shoulder to rant on or a person to reveal all my inner secrets to, they were there. And they didn't turn away like I thought they would, in fact they were the ones who stuck by my side. And I am forever in their debt. 

You were the worst year I've ever had, no arguments there, but you taught me some pretty valuable lessons, and for that I'm grateful. 

So, thanks, but this doesn't mean that I ever want to see your face again. I still hate you. Anyway...

Love, 
Angie