Bill Shepard did not know what to write. The possibilities were endless. He was a writer though and it was his job to bring life. Yet he needed a character. Someone to fulfill his story. He found that in a girl. He had known her before. She seemed perfect in every way. It was her that he would base his story of off. He began to write, thinking that he knew her, thinking that she was the perfect character. Yet everyone has their flaws. This is their story.
