I can never remember a time I have been truly happy. I don't think I ever have been. Until thay day. The first day of summer. The summer I Died.
In my sixteen years of life I have never been truly happy. At times I've been content, satisfied, okay, but never ever truly happy. The kind of happy when schools out and you're free for the next 3 months, no cares in the world, you know that every Sunday night you go to bed and you don't have to wake up early the next morning. The kind of happy people feel when they propose to their one true love and they say yes, or when they have their first child. Never happy.
Many people would assume I was though, with my parents being wealthy property developers internationally, which clearly means I am showered with any gifts the mind could possibly fathom. That was true, but I was never showered with their love and affection and support for me. I didn't even need to be showered with it, just a light drizzle of love would suffice but no. Nothing. I had to go without, which I grew to accept.
Until my seventeenth birthday came about and I had decided I had had enough.
I decided to leave carrying nothing but a bag of things that were carelessly shoved together and the clothes on my back.
I had no idea where I was going and I had no idea how I was going to get there.
My name is Viola Harper, future heiress to Harrison and Harper Industries, future wife to Daniel Harrison, and future runaway.
This is my story of how a single brick, a bottle of vodka, a venue of a run down gas station and a group of wild, untamed strangers changed my life forever.
They lead to the day I Died.
And it was the best thing that could've happened to me.
Hey to anyone who's found this book. A new idea of mine and I wanted to write it down before I forgot.
But yeah please read and comment and vote and stuff it'd be really appreciated. :)