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by Kyle
Rated: 13+ · Book · Emotional · #1433254
My new interesting novel. Note: This is NOT a true story!!!!

From the moment we are born, the events that happen in our life are up to chance. When you wake up in the morning, you don't know if it will be the last morning you will wake up. You don't know if it'll be the day you will win, and you don't know if it'll be the day you will lose. You are oblivious, unaware, blind.

I, myself, never thought much about it. I just always thought that whatever God wanted to happen would happen, and that's all there was to it. But I never thought I would experience anything too horrible. I never thought I would watch a child die before my very eyes.

That was my weakness, that was where I failed, and that's why I'm writing this now: so that you will know that ANYTHING can happen at any second of any minute of any hour of any day.

It was years ago; I'm now 28, married and have two children of my own. I was 16 at the time. The year was 1999; it is now 2011. However, even after so many years, I still think about it every day. I never thought...I never thought anything would change my life like this.

I grew up in Winston, Georgia for most of my life. I hardly remember living anywhere else. It's just your average ordinary town with nothing really special about it. There are no notable residents or notable places. It's just a dull little town placed smack dab in the liver of Georgia.

Even though I've lived here all my life, I still have moved a couple times from house to house. My mom always wanted us to move for several various reasons. I hate moving, always have. My mom, however, seemed to love it.

In my high school years, I attended Winston Point High School. I guess my high school years were the only significant years of my life. In high school I met my future wife....and I also met my dearest litte Abby, for whom this story is titled.

I still cry at night thinking of her sometimes. It's something I still haven't gotten over, and I don't imagine ever getting over it. It still feel guilty, and it's right for me to feel that way.

No matter what, I can't undo what has already been done. I can't change the past. I can't press Redo or Restart or Rewind. I can't do anything. What's done is done. And that's all there is to it.

Table of Contents
Chapter 1 Chapter 6: First Date 1.03k
Chapter 2 Chapter 5: The Runaways' Guild 19.92k
Chapter 3 Chapter 4: Arrogance 11.05k
Chapter 4 Chapter 3: A Premonition? 9.17k
Chapter 5 Chapter 2: High and Mighty 13.69k
Chapter 6 Chapter 1: Valentine's Day 6.93k

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